Ⅰ The essay on the birth story of primary school only needs 50 words
I have raised several guppies in the past. The colors of their tails are colorful and bright, which makes me put it down and love them in my spare time. I always like to watch them swimming leisurely in front of the fish tank. At first, many small fish were born. I carefully fished them into the small tank to prevent the small fish from being accidentally swallowed by the mother fish. However, I only raised one After a while, they kept getting sick and dying. Even the small fry were not spared, which made me quite sad and troubled. There were more and more fish buried in the flower bed every day. At first, I heard that there might be something wrong with the fish feed, so I changed the bottle of fish feed, but it still didn't work. My father guessed that the water quality might be poor, so he installed a water filter for the little fish, but they still left me. go.
In the end, I was heartbroken and gave up my interest in raising fish, because when I came home from school every day, I would always run to the fish tank nervously to check if the fish were okay, and my mood would fluctuate accordingly. indefinite. The incident of raising fish made me understand the preciousness of life, and also made me understand the hard work of parents taking care of their children, just like I saw the little fish I raised growing up and swinging
Ⅱ Composition on the Story of Birth
[Birth Story Composition]
When I was new, I always asked my aunt curiously: "How did I come out?" My aunt replied with a smile: "From "Grown from the garbage, a story about birth" I was dubious. It wasn't until I saw an aunt with a big belly in the hospital that she was in unbearable pain that I realized that I was born from my mother's belly. I couldn't wait to ask my mother the story of my birth. Mom touched my head and recalled happily. Because my grandparents all lived in my hometown, my mother also returned to her hometown of Qidong to give birth to me. When the due date arrived, my father also came back from vacation to accompany us. He told me stories and played music every day. I enjoyed all this very much. I lay in my mother's belly and didn't want to come out at all. Five days after the due date, there was still no movement in the mother's belly. At this time, everyone was anxious, especially the father. On the evening of April 21, 1999, after my father finished telling me a story, he said to me: "Naughty boy, don't come out yet. Dad can't wait any longer and has to go back to work." I listened and became anxious, in my mother's belly. Running around, my mother screamed in pain, and my father shouted in panic: "I'm about to give birth." The whole family sent my mother to the hospital. She was rolling in pain and wouldn't come out. Night and day passed. My mother was exhausted, but I still didn't come out. The whole family was as anxious as ants in a hot pot. At this time, the doctor told my mother that my head was too big. My father decisively proposed a caesarean section, but my grandmother and grandma were a little hesitant, but my father insisted and had no choice but to agree. At 7:30 pm on the 22nd, I finally came to the world. Hearing my cry, the whole family breathed a sigh of relief. My mother fell asleep due to exhaustion, and my father stayed with my mother. Everyone else gathered around me, weighed me at 6 pounds and 8 taels, and commented on me, saying I looked like my grandfather, and said I'm ugly and a troublemaker. The next day, I opened my eyes wide and looked at my hard-working mother. It felt so comfortable to lie in my mother's arms and suck her breasts. I have grown up, and I am grateful to my mother for bringing me life. I want to say to my mother: "Mom, you have worked hard! I will not disappoint your expectations of me." A 550-word composition on the story of birth for primary school students (/)
Ⅲ Birth Story Composition
[Birth Story Composition]
On this day, for a newly married couple, Said, it is a day of joy and congratulations, because the woman - my mother is in labor, birth story composition. After my mother arrived at the hospital, the doctor found out that there was something wrong with my mother's uterus, so the doctor decided to perform a caesarean section on my mother. The doctors pushed my mother into the anesthesia room, administered general anesthesia for her, and then pushed her into the operating room (during the operation)... At this time, the man standing outside the door - my father looked restless. Fearing that something might happen, my father wandered outside the door. At this moment, the indicator light marked "Under Surgery" changed from red to green. Dad hurried to the operating room and "rushed", only to see a fat man covered in butter who was saying "Wow" Crying loudly, the cry was sonorous and powerful, and seemed full of vitality. Yes, this energetic little life was me. When I was just born, I opened my eyes and everything was so strange. I was so naive and cute at that time! When I was born, I weighed 6 pounds and 8 taels and was 49 centimeters long. In fact, before I was born, my parents had already chosen a name for me, meaning that when I grew up, I would become a role model for people, and the meaning of my name was very similar to the meaning of my father’s name. , so my name is Fan Dian. Alas, time is not forgiving. The little fat boy back then has grown up and grown into a thin young man. I really wish I could turn back time and let me relive the feeling of happiness at that time. But this was impossible. I could only listen to my mother telling me about my situation at that time.
However, now that I think about it, I really miss it! A 450-word composition about the birth story for primary school students (/)
Ⅳ Composition about my birth story
A unique birth story
"Wow..." With a crisp cry of baby, my parents are happy to have a daughter. You will definitely think that that girl is me. Unfortunately, I guessed wrong. She is my late sister--Wu Yunjia. Therefore, the story of my birth must start 12 years ago.
Since my sister came into the world, her parents loved her very much, especially my grandma, who regarded her as their darling. But when my sister was 8 months old, it was discovered that she had a hereditary tumor. This news was like a bolt from the blue, and it enveloped our family, and the joy and laughter of the past were suddenly lost. At this moment, God quietly conceived me in my mother’s belly. However, when my mother found out, she resolutely asked the doctor to "remove" me because she wanted to better take care of her seriously ill sister. At that time, my mother was admitted to the hospital to prepare for the operation. At this time, my "savior" came - the doctor. She performed a routine examination, and then said to my mother for a long time (roughly meaning: surgery is risky, I hope my mother will keep me.) Later, I finally "survived the danger" and went home with my parents safely.
When I was 8 months old in my mother’s belly, the disease took away my sister’s life, and my mother was heartbroken. In the next two months, in order to make up for her poor care of me, my mother tried her best to supplement nutrition and hope that I would have a healthy body. In the end, I lived up to my mother’s expectations. On June 4, 1996, the loud cry of the baby finally came again. My mother, who was lying on the operating table, looked at me with a long-lost smile on her face, because, the doctor Say I'm healthy.
In order to let me remember my sister forever, my parents named me "Wu Yijia". I hope that my sister will always become a beautiful memory for our family.
In the first few months after I was born, I was very well-behaved, but I just looked like a little boy. However, as the saying goes: Women change their lives forever. Now I have grown up healthily under the careful care of my family and have grown into a slim, smart and clever girl. In the future, I will definitely become a promising person and repay those who once cared about me.
After listening to my story, I believe you are sweating for me. Yes, this is the story of me who was born unusual.
Ⅳ Primary school students’ growth story composition
Growth story
Laughter is the footprint of our growth, and tears are the proof of our growth. Step by step, in these golden years, we have left a string of footprints that prove our growth.
Laughter is the messenger of happiness and the enemy of tears. We all just want to leave a smile, but none of us have the resistance to stop the tears. The presence of tears means that we have grown up and understood our troubles, and are no longer as "pure" as before. Inadvertently, we have begun to change and move towards maturity.
Looking back on the past carefully, everything is like a phantom. Stopping and looking back, what I saw was a small sapling growing against the wind and sand. Once upon a time, we were also that fragile grove, but after the wind and sand, we have grown into a green forest. After many twists and turns, the sapling finally grew up against the wind and sand.
In this process of growing up, there will inevitably be setbacks, but if you fall and stand up again, you will slowly learn how to withstand the wind and rain.
I remember that a while ago, I was at my lowest mood in six years. The reason was the entrance exam. I almost failed to get into several schools, which left me at a loss as to what to do. This incident caused me great frustration, so much so that my grades began to decline. I ran through several red lights in a row. I couldn't concentrate as much in class as before, and my homework began to be sloppy. Although I was admitted to a good middle school and my class teacher talked to me several times, I still never recovered. It was not until later, when it was time to take the graduation exam, that I regained my confidence and started to face the graduation exam.
Although he experienced setbacks, he continued to grow and did not suffer from one failure. Because I know: the saplings will grow up healthily against the wind and sand...
Ⅵ A 400-word essay on Andersen’s experiences during his lifetime
The Danish fairy tale writer Andersen lived on a island on Funn Island. In the small town called Oseden, many nobles and landowners lived there. Andersen's father was just a poor shoemaker, his mother was a washerwoman, and his grandmother sometimes had to beg for food to support the family. Those aristocratic landowners were afraid of lowering their status and did not allow their children to play with Andersen.
The father saw this and was angry in his heart, but he did not show it in front of the child. Instead, he said to Andersen very easily: "My child, if others don't play with you, daddy will play with you." ! ”
Andersen’s home was simple enough, with only one small room, and the shabby stools and beds filled the small space, leaving little room for the children to move around.
However, it was such a shabby little house, but my father decorated it like a small museum. Many pictures and decorative porcelain were hung on the walls, some toys were placed on the window cabinets, and the bookshelves were filled with books. He also drew a landscape painting on the door glass... His father often told Andersen "One Thousand and One Nights" and other ancient Arabian stories, and sometimes read him a script by Danish comedy writer Holberg. , or a play by Shakespeare in England. The stories in these books made little Andersen imaginative. He often couldn't help but take out the puppets carved by his father in the window and act out according to the plot of the story. This was not enough to satisfy him. He also used torn pieces of cloth to sew small clothes for the puppets, dressing them up as poor people begging for food, poor children who were ignored, aristocrats and landowners who oppressed the people, etc., and based on his own reality. Life experience creates a puppet show. In order to expand the child's horizons and enrich the child's spiritual world, his parents agreed and encouraged Andersen to go to the streets to see glib businessmen, craftsmen immersed in their work, hunched old beggars, nobles riding carriages and hypocritical people. Through the lives of mayors, pastors and others, they gain various perceptual experiences.
In his later writing career, Andersen was able to write fairy tales such as "The Little Match Girl", "The Ugly Duckling" and "The Janitor's Son", sympathizing with the suffering of the working people and condemning and lashing out at the rule. The greed and cruelty of the class are closely related to this life experience of his childhood.
Ⅶ Composition "The Story of My Birth" for the first grade of junior high school, a 500-word composition
When it comes to birth, everyone has a version. Today, I will tell you my birth story. .
I have been very naughty since I was five or six months old, and I was writhing in my mother's belly. Sometimes my mother is working, and I kick here and there, making her suffer. My mother was lying on the bed, and I was very restless. I would kick my calves for a while, as if doing aerobics, and make a "beep" sound from time to time, so I got the nickname "Dudu" before I was born. Dad often presses against Mom’s belly and says to his future child: “Little Dudu, come out quickly!” But I feel that this “personal space” is very comfortable, and I stay in Mom’s belly and refuse to come out. Mom's due date was October 30th, but on November 8th, I still had no movement. Dad was worried and went to the doctor for consultation. The doctor said: "You should take a walk for one hour every day, plus a bottle of oxytocin." My mother walked around Benniu Town for four days. By the time I got the fourth bottle of oxytocin, I really couldn't stay there any longer. Finally, the doctor’s aunt “caught” me out as a deadbeat. Wow! When the nurse aunt took me out of the delivery room, my father was very surprised. I actually weighed more than 7 pounds, and I looked at him with big eyes! It seems to be saying: "Dad, do you know me?"
Maybe it's because I feel that the outside world is not as comfortable as my mother's belly. I cried loudly as soon as I came into the world. Especially at night, I would cry like a ghost and cry until 2 or 3 o'clock every day. One time, my father got really impatient and yelled at me: "Xiao Du, if you cry again, I will throw you out!" Unexpectedly, I cried even harder and woke up the neighbors. From then on, I got a nickname - "Ye Crying Man". Since my mother gave birth to me, she has not been able to have a good rest every day, and she always feels dizzy when she goes to work.
November 11, 2001, is my birthday, and it is also my mother's "suffering day". From this day on, my mother began her happy "life of misery"...
Ⅷ A composition that records before and after birth
Which idiot came up with this question? How do you know anything before birth, and you don’t know anything after birth until you are three years old.
Ⅸ Composition on the Story of My Birth
[Composition on the Story of My Birth]
Story of My Birth When the first baby cries in the delivery room , will bring great joy to my loved ones————Inscription: When I came to this world, I brought a burst of crying to my loved ones. Maybe it’s because I came to a strange world and I was curious about everything. Birth story essay. My mother was admitted to the hospital three or four days after I was born. My father often came to visit my mother and even bought me clothes to wear after I was born. It was obvious that my father wanted my mother and I to be discharged safely. In the early morning of March 13, 1995, my mother's stomach suddenly hurt. It hurt every half an hour, then every ten minutes, and then every five minutes... My mother was a calm person, and she remained calm no matter what happened. processing. When she was about to give birth to me, my mother screamed, scratching the sheets and causing blue veins to bulge. Dad knew that a little life was about to be born, so he hurriedly called the doctor. The doctor came five minutes later and rushed mom into the operating room... Dad was waiting at the door and called his aunt and grandma. , they looked into the operating room from time to time. My father was so anxious that he was sweating. My aunt said, "Brother, you are very tired from taking care of the hospital these days. You should go back first. Mom and I are here. When the child comes out, I will call you to let you know." "No, this is a big deal. I have to wait here." After more than an hour, I was finally carried out by the doctor. "Congratulations, sir, it's a girl." Dad hugged me and couldn't put it down. He just came out of the operation. room, my father put on new clothes for me.
Grandma said: "Hey, hey, be careful, this is a newborn baby." Dad smiled, very happy! My mother was pushed out by the doctor. At this time, she was very exhausted. My aunt quickly asked her to lie down and asked her not to move. She put me next to her. My mother said, "I am in labor. I am so tired!" After my mother settled down, she came back to me and said, "She has worked hard too. Let's go back! Let her have a good rest." I was placed next to my mother. ... Now, I am 11 years old, and I know that it was very difficult for my mother to give birth to me, but this is a moment that women must go through! I know the greatness of being a mother. It is the mother who brings blue sky and white clouds to another little life. Yes, children are the backbone of their parents. It's true. My parents work hard for me, and I have to go to school diligently for my parents, like a little bee collecting nectar in the garden, and I also want to swim in the ocean of knowledge! My mother said: "If you don't study hard now, how will you repay me when you grow up?" Yes, how much mother has put in her heart for ***. The greatest love in the world is maternal love, and the greatest person in the world is mother! An 800-word composition about my birth for primary school students (/)
Ⅹ A composition about the story of my birth
[A composition about the story of my birth]
I was born I was born at 10 a.m. on May 18, 1997 (April 12 on the lunar calendar) in Xiangyin County People's Hospital. Compose the story of my birth. In fact, the day before this, I was like a monkey that just jumped out of the stone, punching and kicking my mother in the stomach because I wanted to get out too much. As a result, my mother was in pain all night. It wasn't until the next morning that the doctor cut me out of my belly. When I was born, I weighed 3,300 grams. I was neither fat nor thin. I was much darker than I am now. I was covered in blood. My brother looked at me and said I was really dirty and not good-looking at all. I am a person who loves to join in the fun. The day I was born happened to be a Saturday and the whole family was at home. My mother said that we had just come out of the operating room. Outside the door of the operating room were all our relatives and friends. There were twenty or thirty people. Personally! My mother was shocked. They were all looking forward to my arrival. I am the eldest grandson of the Gan family, so they paid special attention to me and loved me very much. Composition "The Story of My Birth" for the second grade of elementary school. Today is also the birthday of my uncle’s daughter, my sister. We have the same birthday.
My sister was just three years old when I was born. This is really the fate we cultivated in our previous lives! Nine years have passed and I am so happy and joyful now! The story of my birth, a 350-word composition for primary school students (/)