The story of me and white

Childhood flies. Looking back on my childhood, I have to tell the story of me and Xiaobai.

White is my dog. Because it is white, and it is cute and lovable, I named it Bai Bai.

We find it strange that he came to my house for nothing. Hiding in the corner alone. I liked it very much, so I brought some small bones, smashed them, fed them and kissed my head. Perhaps because of my concern, I became no longer a stranger in vain. From now on, I often play with it and feed it. Since then, our relationship has become very close and inseparable.

Once, I went out to play for nothing, passed by a barbecue shop and found that I was suddenly stunned. It turns out that it wants to eat ham sausage. I stroked its head, smiled, and then reached into my pocket. Touch it, no! There is only one yuan left, and I need to buy an eraser. Do I need to buy ham and sausage for it? I hesitated. I saw that my hesitation was futile and spoiled me. Looking at it, I am very upset.

I can't help it Who told it to subdue me with its "killer" every time? Well, at last, the one yuan I was going to buy an eraser was eaten by it to buy ham sausage. As soon as I handed him the ham soup, he ate it all at once, and he didn't forget to lick his mouth. It looks very happy to see it, and I am also very happy.

Actually, I have many stories with Bai Bai.

Because of white, my childhood is very happy and happy!

A story about me and me written in 600 words.

The story of me and the little animals-grandma's big cat.

Grandma has a big cat at home. It is eight years old, which is equivalent to 50 years old. Obviously, it is already "grandpa". But the hands and feet are still very flexible, and climbing trees on the house is not a problem.

This cat is very fat. Maybe grandma always feeds it delicious food! Its body is mostly tan with gray and black stripes in the middle. A pair of brown ears stood warily, and their eyes were as bright, round and thin as light bulbs.

This big cat is very lazy. I am used to calling it "lazy". Every day it sleeps after eating, eats when it sleeps, and doesn't catch mice at night. One day at noon, I really couldn't get used to its lazy appearance. I can't restrain my emotions. I rushed into the room with a willow branch and taught it a lesson. It seemed to understand and went out in frustration. I followed it outside, thinking that it had repented and wanted to "work hard". Unexpectedly, it slipped into the haystack and fell asleep again in the warm sunshine. . . . . .

Lazy is also very naughty. One day when I was writing a composition, I wanted to copy the couplets at the door, so I went out to have a look. When I came back, I saw Lazy sitting in my seat, eating my pen intently. I flew into a rage and pushed down hard. "hey!" I just can't swallow it! I'll give you something powerful. I called my uncle and he immediately knocked the slacker to the ground. This time, the slacker seems to have fallen heavily. He sat on the ground for a long time before he "understood", and I was secretly happy: "Hum! Small sample, play with me, you are still young! " Just as I was elated, suddenly a lazy carp swooped under the cupboard. Before I could react, there was a scream from under the cupboard. I looked carefully, and there was a fat mouse in the big cat's mouth. . . . . . At this moment, the slacker rolled his eyes, glanced at me and walked out at a steady pace, as if demonstrating.

This is grandma's flower cat, lazy and naughty, but at the critical moment, she is still "brave"!

(3) Junior high school 600-word composition: the story of me and comics.

The story of me and cartoon characters

This day, when I was sleeping, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I sat up and saw someone coming. Oh, it's Sun Sheng Da.

I happily ran over and said, "Sun Shengda, after more than 2,400 years, you are still the same!" ""My old grandson is tired of staying in the sky. This time he came down from the sky to see the world. " He looked around and said with some excitement, "It's only been six years, and the world has changed so much! I just need a guide now. How about you being my temporary tour guide? " "Of course. "I am very happy.

I took Sun Xian to the store. As soon as he entered the door, the Great Sage shouted, "Hey, it's so hot outside. Why is it so cold when I go in? It's the cold dragon of the Dragon King! " I told him that it was an air conditioner. It can put heating in winter, air conditioning in summer, and it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Then Sun saw a gentleman and asked, "Sir, are you an official?" "No, what makes you say that I am an official?" "You are not an official, why do you want to take a piece of gavel?" I quickly pulled him aside and said, "This is a mobile phone. Everyone has it now. This is not unexpected for county officials. "

Finally, I took him to an Internet cafe. I turned on the computer and asked him, "Sun Shengda, can you surf the Internet?" He said, "How is that possible? If I surf the internet, I will become a fish in the net. " I smiled and said, "This is not a fishing net, but the Internet." I surf the Internet, and the colorful things on the Internet make Sun Shengda as excited as taking stimulants. He said: "Since there is such a good Internet, I will take one back to show it to my children." So he moved.

But when we arrived at Huaguoshan, the screen was still dark. It turned out that Huaguoshan had no electricity. Sun was at a loss, so he took it to the jade emperor and shouted, "Old jade emperor, come and see my new gadget from the world-computer." The Jade Emperor immediately ordered Dian Mu to charge the fees. The fresh content on the Internet stunned the Jade Emperor and the gods, and the Jade Emperor sighed.

(4) The story of me and my teacher, the composition of the first grade is about 600 words.

There is a teacher. She is about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a pair of purple glasses and short hair ... this figure will always be remembered in my heart.

It was the summer of 2008, the first day of school, because we left school in a hurry and forgot to bring water. It was very hot that day. When we were waiting in line on the playground, I unfortunately had a slight heatstroke. First my eyes were blurred, then my eyes were dark, and then I couldn't stand up. It was she who held me and helped me step by step to the school mailroom. There is a bed in the mailroom. She told me to lie in bed first and then let me go upstairs. After a while, I felt much better and went upstairs myself.

At the end of school, I suddenly felt something was wrong, so I raised my hand and told her that she would let me lie in her arms, so warm. She acts just like her mother. She helped me find my grandmother to pick me up and asked her to pick me up early.

Guess who she is? She is my head teacher-Miss Napo.

The first time I saw her, I thought she was a fierce teacher and I was afraid of her. But after this incident, I don't think she is so terrible. On the contrary, I think she is a very gentle teacher and an experienced teacher. I am very happy and proud to have such a teacher! So I like her very much.

I have been with that teacher for more than a year, during which many touching and happy stories have happened between us. I study happily every day. May my feelings with that teacher grow deeper and deeper.

My mother and I have a story composition of more than 600 words in junior high school.

Mom and I are both fine. Since childhood, I grew up in my mother's arms; Every night, as long as I touch my mother's big and thick ears, I can fall asleep soon. When my mother is away, I am like a little beggar, so pitiful. We are mother and son, but sometimes we are more like friends. I'm willing to tell my mother anything. A child with a mother is really a treasure!

However, not long ago, my mother and I broke out in a "war", and my good days were gone, alas!

Here's the thing. I have slept with my mother since I was a child. Especially in winter, I like sleeping between my parents best. On the one hand, my father's strong arms are particularly safe; On one side is my mother's gentle embrace, especially warm, and my mother's big ears. Sleep is really a kind of happiness. With the growth of age, my mother said that I should learn to be independent and sleep alone when I grow up, so I have my own bed, but my mother often sleeps with me. But just a few days ago, after my tenth birthday, my mother said that I must sleep alone and never come to accompany me again. I don't think so, because my mother always says so, but every time she beats me, she will sleep with me.

That night, it was bedtime, and before my mother came, I ran over and begged her, "Mom, why don't you sleep next to me at night?" Mother stared at the TV, nodded absently and said, "You go to sleep first. I'll come if I want to sleep." I slept peacefully. But I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and the quilt beside me didn't move. I waited and waited, but my mother didn't come. Is mom still watching TV? I lay in bed and continued to wait. The wind roared outside the window, the curtains were lifted and trembled slightly, and occasionally dogs barked, which was particularly loud in this silent night, as if something terrible was about to happen. I have no choice. I got up quickly and ran to my mother's room. The TV has been turned off, and mother is sleeping soundly. My heart is twitching violently. I can't tell whether I am sad or angry. I ran back to my room, hid in my backyard and sobbed softly. My heart is full of resentment: I clearly promised to sleep next to me, and I didn't keep my word! Dad is so old, why do you want to sleep next to him? He also taught me to be honest, so I couldn't do it myself ... The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt, the more wronged I felt, and finally I burst into tears.

Woke up the next morning and found the pillowcase wet with tears. I was very angry. At this time, my mother casually came over and asked me, "Son, what did you eat this morning?" I was so angry that I said bitterly, "I won't eat!" " "Get up and pack everything, carry my book and go to school. I slammed the door when I went out, and there was a loud noise, and my heart was a little relieved.

As soon as I came home from school in the afternoon, I hid in the study and did my homework, completely ignoring my mother. I will hug my mother as usual, because I have been away from my mother for a day. My mother came to me and asked, "What's the matter, son?" Obviously hypocritical, you don't know what you have done?

When I was sleeping at night, my mother didn't watch TV, so she kindly came to sleep next to me. I kicked her away, pulled all the quilts over and said mercilessly, "Go away!" " Mother had to go away. Looking at my mother's back, I am a little reluctant, but as I said, it is difficult to keep her. After a while, she came again and said softly, "I'm sorry, son, I accidentally fell asleep last night." Besides, your father is drunk, and your mother has to watch him. If anything happens to his father, I can take care of him. You are so old that you should learn to be independent. How dare you be angry with me? " Let's see, it's really not easy for my mother to take care of me and my father. Besides, I don't want to sleep alone at night, so I reluctantly said, "Well, I'll forgive you this time! You must sleep next to me tonight. " "Son, mom can't sleep next to you all her life. From now on, mom won't leave without sleeping with you. She can't sleep with you all night. " "This ... this ..." Looking at my mother's resolute appearance, I don't know what to do. Forget it, that's it!

My mother and I are back together. But when I wake up in the middle of the night, I will still go to my parents' room to squeeze the bed. When they are in a good mood, I will succeed and have a good sleep after midnight; When my mother is helpless, she should accompany me back to my room to sleep; When they were in a bad mood, I was yelled at and fled, and went back to the house in anger. As a result, a modest "war" broke out again. And I grew up in this "war".

Mother is also very helpless, always sighing and saying, "When will my son grow up?" ! At that time, if mom wanted to sleep next to you, you would hate it. "

"So I haven't grown up! Then you should cherish the time when I sleep with you! " I don't know what their adults think!

[6] My story composition with the book is 600 words.

Watching the spring rain, strolling under the starry sky in summer night, enjoying the red maple leaves in autumn and the free flight of winter snow, the beautiful scenery of the four seasons weaves the story of me and my book.

When the spring rain continues, happy rain curtains are woven on the earth one by one, and the outside is flourishing, and the room is leisurely, with a cup of fragrant tea, holding an ancient book, and how many touching stories are under the yellowed pages, which makes me intoxicated. With this indulgence, I thought of the tranquility of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", and recalled the memory of "getting wet clothes, apricot blossoms and blowing cold willows", as if I saw the activity of "fish out in the drizzle and swallows slanting in the breeze" Spring rain, ancient books and fragrant tea make spring more poetic.

The stars are like fighting, and the night is still. I like reading fairy tales and reading minds. I often like to look up at the stars, dance with the prince and princess in the stars and watch the ugly duckling turn into a white swan. Perhaps, everything in the fairy tale world will not come true. But in the busy world, quietly lying on the rattan chair, looking up at the twinkling stars all over the sky, my heart will fly to the underwater palace where the mermaid lives and listen to her moving voice singing moving songs.

Autumn is sunny and fruitful. I like to watch the famous foreign book Who's Who, feel the power of celebrities, and enlighten the way of growth. Beethoven suppressed fate's throat with tenacious will and played a great symphony of fate with unyielding life, which made me understand that even a small life can create miracles in a humble life.

It's snowing in winter, and I'm addicted to ostrovsky's How Steel was Tempered. Paul has experienced numerous failures in his life, but he still treats life optimistically and persistently. The value of a person's life is only so much, but the light of his life shocked me.

How many seasons, in the ink fragrance, I talked with my ancestors, talked with celebrities, walked side by side with birds, bit by bit, and my story with books was recorded in my song-like years. Don't forget to adopt it.

Once (the story of my teacher and me), junior high school composition required more than 600 words.

Write according to the actual situation of your school. If you want me to give you an article, neither my teacher nor I can tie the breeze to the flowing clouds, which record the years. When I am glad that I am still a primary school girl in a middle school campus and suddenly become someone else's senior, I can't help but sigh: how time flies! A year has really passed. Yes, a year has slipped away quietly, but I still keep the bits and pieces of a year. This year, I felt a lot and experienced a lot. Such a day makes me full and happy. Because I made friends with some teachers.

Talking about teachers before, I felt like a lonely boat in Wang Yang was caught in a storm, and the poor little mouse was caught by a coveted cat and didn't dare to escape. Nowadays, teachers are inseparable friends in students' lives, and they are a rain on the dry land.

I remember the first day of my middle school class, everyone didn't know me, and I haven't seen you, just chatting with old acquaintances in groups of three or five. At this time, a cool breeze blew and a teacher came into our field of vision. Let me introduce to you that "this is Teacher Zhang" is a teacher, and we all call him "Lao Zhang" affectionately. Maybe you will say that we are no big or small! But Lao Zhang doesn't matter, because he is our good friend, and this relationship is based on Lao Zhang's humor and our "no big or small". Lao Zhang is not only humorous, but also a senior teacher. He has his own unique teaching methods.

Until now, I still clearly remember that lively and interesting math class.

That time, it was a math class. I didn't expect the math teacher to let us play a game-"Grab 30". At first, the students thought it was not fun, because it could only be decided by personal luck. However, after several rounds of confrontation with the teacher, the students were defeated one by one. This has begun to attract our attention. The students were thinking in their heads and paddling lightly on the paper. Finally, we found a rule, and we were secretly happy. I am anxious to "go to war" with my teacher again. This is a game, but I didn't expect my teacher to become a "captive" in our hands.

I didn't expect such a small game to contain such interesting mathematical laws. In fact, in the process of letting us play, the teacher has finished his teaching content and explained the mathematical laws he wants to talk about; In the process of playing, we also learned what we want to learn in this class and mastered the rules we should master.

This is a kind of play, this is a kind of learning, learning in middle school, why not?

This is a way of learning, but also a very special way of learning. It is not for students to learn anything, but for students to dare to play and play with teachers. In fact, in the process of playing, it also brings the distance between teachers and students closer, communicates with each other, gives poor students confidence and challenges excellent students.

This kind of classroom is both magical and interesting to us. It is like a bottle of lubricating oil, which enlivens the whole classroom. Active classroom, isn't it the common wish of teachers and students? Isn't this what the curriculum reform is after? Here, in this world of both play and learning, the teacher is not the protagonist in the classroom, but the director, and we are the real masters in the classroom.

Looking out the window in a daze, I accidentally saw the Chinese teacher passing by. Speaking of Chinese teacher, I think there are only four words to describe him: responsible and capable! Indeed, he managed everything in the class in order and made a lot of efforts. He is also our Chinese teacher, who not only studies, but also cares about us from life. If I remember correctly, that day should be the day when the school will participate in the municipal gymnastics competition. For this day, the teachers and students of the whole school don't know how long they have worked hard, but at this time, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable, but I don't want to take time off, and I don't want to take time off, for the sake of collective honor. When I arrived at the canteen at noon, I was almost crowded by others before I could make a meal. When I sit down, I can't eat anything. All kinds of smells floating in the air now make me sick. I stripped naked for less than three meals, and then returned to the classroom seat, groggy and unable to move. Students who passed me by came and went, but no one found me. Maybe they thought I was asleep. However, the careful Chinese teacher noticed me. He came to me and gently woke me up. I looked up in a daze and looked at the teacher. The teacher asked with concern, "What's the matter with you?" "No, I don't know why I feel uncomfortable ..." My voice was very small. "You hurry to ask your family to take you to see, why are you so pale?" There is worry and anxiety in my tone. I just nodded and lay down on the table again. After the Chinese teacher left, my nose suddenly became sour and tears filled my eyes. Is it because you don't feel well? No, then why? Touched! A warm current has already penetrated the whole body, and my heart is so warm! With the help of my classmates, my father came to school and took me to the hospital. After the treatment, my father insisted that I take time off, but I never agreed. Why? Because the care just now gave me half the strength, that's all!

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My teacher and I don't need too many flowery words to decorate. Our friendship depends on truth and simplicity. Of course, thanks to the big policy of curriculum reform. In English class, we often have our own blue sky and cooperate with each other to complete a wonderful conversation. In math class, the teacher often sits below, and we take the compass on stage and have class. In politics class, we get rid of boring textbooks, and we learn more through performances and stories. In Chinese class, it is not limited to box language. The teacher once said "money", which explained and expanded the "Pythagorean Theorem". The ocean we study is wider and the waves are wonderful.

Me and my teacher-me and my big friend.

Do a narrative composition of 600 words about me and the story.

Narration in junior high school: The story of me and the book makes people develop, the book makes people succeed, the book makes people have lofty ideals, and the book makes you a "capitalized person". Books are good medicine blindly, and books are good teachers and friends; Books are open windows; Books are burning flames. Only by living with books can we truly feel the pleasure of books and be influenced by them. I first came into contact with books when I was 3 years old. I am still young, so I naturally like a carefree life. But my strict father had to force me to know this book. Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. At first, I hated books. Because it bound my free childhood,' forced' me to know the world as soon as possible. I hate the existence of books, and I hate the wide range of books. It was the book that' deprived' my happy childhood, and it was also a book, which made me have a lifelong bitterness with it. Books have been with me longer than my parents, because I spent two-thirds of my childhood in the sea of books. Gradually, I discovered the fun in the book and the extensive functions of the book. From then on, I no longer hated books, but fell in love with them-my lifelong friend, books. Later, I realized the essence and essence of the book, and let me understand the truth that "the book is read a hundred times, and its meaning is self-evident". Reading is both a pleasure and a pleasure. In the book, I found the interest of life; In the book, I found the leisure of life; In the book, I found the footprints of my childhood. Books are like rich spiritual food. Is a book, let me learn to be strong; Is a book, let me learn patience; This is a book that teaches me tolerance.

Books are like the vast sea, and people are like the stars in the sky. Zhuangzi once said: "The book is boundless, life is boundless, and you will never regret it." This is exactly what we are doing. Only those who study can deeply feel the joy of life.

I remember Gorky, a writer in the former Soviet Union, said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Yes, books are like a boat, carrying us to the rough coast of knowledge. Walking with books, ideals and beliefs, people can not live without books, books can not live without people. With the company of books, we arm ourselves with scientific knowledge, and the key of knowledge will eventually open the door to our dreams. My story with it will never end, but it will become richer and richer as I grow up. What simple and ordinary eyes! However, it occupies a very high position in my heart. In the long river of memory, there is always a "book story" rippling in my mind, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. Whenever I hold a book with a cover, I can't help thinking of it. .