In daily study, work, and life, many people have written compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, explanatory essays, practical essays, and argumentative essays according to different genres. So how is a general composition written? The following is a collection of excellent compositions about stories flowing from the pen that I have collected for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Excellent composition of stories flowing from the tip of the pen 1
What is love? Love can inspire the sail of your life. What is love? Love is help in times of need. What is love? The smile that can soothe your wounded heart.
On a winter evening, there was a stray dog ??on the street where cars were passing by. She was very cute and everyone called her Duoduo. Even though everyone called it Duoduo so affectionately, no one was willing to take it in. At this time, a young man came - Lu Tian. He had long heard his sister call it Duoduo, so he came to see it and give it back. I brought two ham sausages.
Lu Tian saw that passers-by ignored it and even kicked it. He was a little afraid of being discriminated against by others. When he turned around and wanted to leave, two elves suddenly popped out. One angel said: "Help me." It's so pitiful," and the devil said: Aren't you afraid of others laughing at you? You can also eat two more ham sausages. "When the devil was about to win, Lu Tian thought to himself: I am a virtuous boy, so I must help it. In the end, the angel won.
After Duoduo finished eating the ham sausage, Lu Tian suddenly thought: Do you want to Take it in. Then a rich woman came. She kept calling: "Duoduo, Duoduo..." This made Lu Tianshi sad. It turned out that Duoduo had an owner, but it seemed that the rich woman's was not Duoduo, but Duoduo. A little girl. Oh, it turns out Duoduo has no owner!
Lu Tian just wanted to take Duoduo home, then he remembered that his mother hated cats, dogs and other animals. Alas, his dream was shattered. When he was depressed, a little sister came and said to Lu Tian, ??"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Lu Tian said, "I want to keep this dog, but my mother won't let me." The little sister said, "It's okay." , I can help you raise it." Lu Tian was very happy and said to him, "Really? Thank you." From then on, Duoduo's life became better and better, and she was very happy.
Yes, as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. Excellent composition of stories flowing from the tip of the pen 2
"The fifth young cycling expert in the province - Gao Yuan", there was thunderous applause from the audience, especially my father, his hands were red from the clapping .
I still remember that my first time practicing driving was when I was six years old. At that time I got my first bicycle. It is purple, and the metal handle has an attractive sheen. I love it so much that I can't bear to rub it on the ground. Dad couldn't laugh or cry, and immediately said to me: "How can you learn if you don't practice on the ground?" So I started to practice, and I had a serious "somersault" in my life.
Dad started to help me ride, and of course I could ride easily with someone as a protective umbrella. But then as soon as my father let go, I panicked and fell into pieces. But there are always more solutions than difficulties. I practiced for hours and hours in the square. Finally, after a whole morning, I finally learned to ride a bicycle.
My cycling skills are getting better and better. I can speed up on a flat road, but many friends can't catch up with me. Even when going downhill, I can control the speed of the car very well, and it's steady and fast. Later I learned to ride wild horses. Dad bought me a new mountain bike. Now I feel like a fish in water. In the wild, I can always avoid various obstacles quickly. Dad helped me sign up for the competition again, and this time my interest became even stronger. Whenever I hear someone exclaiming: "This kid is so awesome!" I feel very happy.
In the future, my driving skills will definitely get better and better.
Excellent composition of stories flowing from the tip of the pen 3
Late at night, the moonlight shone gently on the quiet village. At this time, Tie Dan gently pushed open the door of his grandfather's room...
Tie Dan My parents died when I was very young, and I have always been dependent on my grandfather. Now my grandfather is in his twilight years and his health is not as good as before. He often gets sick, and Tiedan is still young and cannot take care of his grandfather. But Tiedan is very sensible and understands everything in his heart. So in the quiet night, Tiedan hugged his quilt and tiptoed towards his grandfather's room. He gently pushed open the door of his grandfather's room, only to see his grandfather curled up and sleeping quietly under the thin quilt.
Tiedan tiptoed and walked over gently, carefully covering his grandfather with his quilt. Tiedan looked at his grandfather and smiled. He wanted to walk back quietly, but unexpectedly he touched When he reached the cup on the desk, the water was knocked over, and grandpa was awakened. He said to the barefooted Tiedan: "My Tiedan? What's wrong? Do you miss grandpa?" Tiedan was embarrassed and replied shyly: "I... I want to cover you with a quilt." Grandpa. Looking at the extra quilt on his body, he was so excited that he shed tears and said to Tiedan: "Tiedan, come on, come on, come and sleep with grandpa." Tiedan nodded and immediately walked over and lay on grandpa's bed. Beside her, Grandpa hugged Tie Dan and fell asleep peacefully. Tie Dan also fell asleep sweetly under Grandpa's warm embrace.
A round of moonlight shines through the window on the desk and on Grandpa and Tiedan’s bed, making it look particularly gentle and bright. Excellent composition of stories flowing from the tip of the pen 4
Everyone has their own specialties, for example: some people can play the world-famous violin, some people can write famous calligraphy, some people can draw exquisite sketches...and I But his specialty is making cakes.
At the beginning of the epidemic at home, I thought of making cakes. Making cakes requires a lot of materials, such as eggs, milk, and cooking oil... After leading me to waste a dozen eggs, several bags of milk, and several bottles of cooking oil, , finally made my own delicious and delicious cake.
This is the 16th day of my online class. "What kind of aunt wants to come to my house?" My mother told me: "Don't you know how to make cakes? Now is a good time for you to show off your skills." I Agree.
I picked up a long-lost tool and beat the eggs in a rusty and methodical manner. Then I used a funnel to separate the egg whites and yolks. Then I poured the sugar in, took out the mixer, and stirred evenly, because I hadn’t done it for a long time. I did it, so I didn’t dare to slack off at all, and finally the first step was completed.
Then I picked up the piping bag, poured the beaten eggs and cream into the piping bag, sealed it, and put it into the oven. I stood in front of the oven while sweating, waiting. More than 20 minutes passed, and with a bang, the cake was ready. I picked up my gloves and took out the cake. Suddenly the room was filled with the scent of cake.
My aunt clapped her hands and applauded, and my heart suddenly felt like honey.
From then on, every time guests come to my house, they will taste my specialty - making cakes, and they will look at me with approval. That is what I feel in my heart. There will be a full sense of accomplishment. Excellent composition of stories flowing from the tip of the pen 5
My specialty is DIY. I like DIY because when I DIY, I will find the world that belongs only to me.
When I was six years old, a DIY seed sprouted in my heart. The days when I first started doing DIY are still fresh in my memory.
After lunch, my mother came back with a magazine. I ran over and saw a nice DIY trash can printed on it. I grabbed it and ran towards the room and said, "Mom, lend me a minute and I'll return it to you right away!" I ran into the room and took out scissors, cardboard, and double-sided tape, and watched the trash can being made. But after a while, not only was the trash can not completed, but it was also covered with a lot of double-sided tape. I tore off the double-sided tape and said angrily: "I don't believe it anymore, I have to make it for you!" I cut out the shape first, then glued it on with double-sided tape... It was done, although it was not as good as the cover. The trash can on top, but at least it's still passable.
When I lowered my head and saw scraps of paper everywhere on the ground, I quickly bent down to pick them up, shouting: "It's done, it's done, pick it up quickly, or you will be sprayed to death by mom's saliva!"
From From that moment on, I fell in love with DIY. From six years ago to now, my house is full of handicrafts made by me. I love DIY, and it made me realize a truth: Persistence in everything, because the results will make you feel proud and proud! Excellent composition of stories flowing from the tip of the pen 6
When it comes to my specialty, then It's a skipping rope.
Rope skipping is my specialty. You may not believe it, but I can jump more than 200 times a minute. Hehe, are you scared?
In the second grade, I found that as soon as I skipped the rope, I jumped very fast and couldn't stop at all. I jump like this: the soles of my back feet are off the ground, my wrists are still, and I hold the rope with my bare wrists. The physical education teacher also teaches my classmates to jump like this. It is not only effortless, but also fast and easy.
In this way, I became recognized by my classmates and teachers as the "King of Skipping Rope". As long as there was a competition, I had to participate, and every time I came back, I would bring a big piece of good news—— First place again.
In a competition, I was skipping rope, and the rope suddenly broke. I desperately picked up the rope again and continued to jump. At that time, I only jumped more than 180 times.
After I returned to class, I was crying and I ignored people who asked me. Unexpectedly, when the results came down, I was still first. I suddenly turned from sadness to joy and jumped up happily. I am still the first, oh yeah!
When I was in the fourth grade, my physical education teacher changed. He asked his classmates who was the best skipper. Before I could react, my classmates had more than sixty fingers. pointed at me.
Although I haven’t practiced skipping for a summer vacation, I still jump with ease and as fast as ever.
Students, I will not let down your hopes for me!