My story 1 There is a lonely bird standing outside the window. Its songs are so sad, just like I didn't get much maternal love when I was a child, and I wrote a lonely and sad story. As if I were a child again, it rained all the time that day, as if God had endless tears. I started crying, too. The mud on my pants and clothes makes me look a little embarrassed. I walked alone in the field path. A small umbrella didn't help much, and my clothes were wet, but God didn't pity me. It rained harder and harder.
I sneaked out and tried to find my mother. Yesterday's laughter still seems to reverberate in my ears. My mother won't come back a few times in years. I just came back to get a new ID card this time. I thought my mother would stay with me for a long time. Unfortunately, reality is always not what I want. A gust of wind blows, making me cold, making me cold, and my heart is cold. The plants around me seem to have been hurt by my sad emotional contagion. They bowed their heads and cried quietly, crying with their partners, which made me feel a little cold again. The wind is blowing harder and harder, making a "whoop" sound, like a wounded beast, making a sad cry.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, but my tears can't stop. I looked at the distance with ecstasy. Through the window, I saw a mother and daughter washing clothes together. This ordinary scene has never been available to me. Dare not expect. Thought of here, my nose is sour again. I fought back my tears and prepared to leave this sad place.
I don't know when the rain stopped, and the small raindrops on the leaves flashed. The sun drove away the dark clouds and gave off soft light, but no matter how warm it was, it couldn't dispel the haze in my heart. It is like a huge stone, pressing on my heart and making me breathless. I walked home with slow steps and no eyes. I really hope that there is a crying elf in this world, so that he can comfort me and suppress my impulse to cry.
When I was a child, because my mother was always away from me, my world lost its color and became dull, and my story became lonely.
My story Grade 6 Composition 2 Childhood is often the hardest, with joys and sorrows. My childhood was like this. When I was five years old, my mother once gave me a zongzi to eat. I went out to play before I was hungry. Suddenly, I saw Uncle Tang (my father's colleague) sitting in a chair reading a book, so I thought of it. I walked over to him with zongzi and said, "Do you want to eat? Do you want it? " I thought he didn't want to know that he was holding zongzi in one hand and said, "I'm just hungry." So he ate it in three bites.
I burst into tears as soon as I saw the zongzi finished eating, when my mother came over and said, "What's the matter?" Uncle Tang told me what just happened. Mother listened and said, "There is another one at home. Go and get another one. " I was still crying when Uncle Tang said, "Don't cry. I'll take you to play tonight, okay? " I stopped crying when I heard it, and they laughed because of me. Another time, when my mother came back from the hospital, I ran out to play, and then I saw a child across the street. I wanted to play with them, and ran away without looking at the cars on the road.
Suddenly, I came to an "emergency stop". I saw a bike coming. I didn't brake, so the car hit my face. I don't know if I'm scared or something. I don't feel any pain. I felt something on my face, so I wiped it. My hand is bleeding a lot. I cried as soon as I saw the blood. The cyclist saw something and rode away. My father ran down, hugged me and took me to the hospital by car. The doctor gave me five stitches. From then on, I never dare to play on the road again. Childhood can't be finished, sometimes it's really hard to forget!
My story composition Grade 6 Grade 3 recorded my growth in the galaxy of my memory. There are happy things, sad things, wronged things, angry things ... what I remember most is the one that moved me.
That day, it was a snowy night. I suddenly have a fever at night, and I feel that my body temperature can cook eggs. But I dare not tell my parents for fear of disturbing them. I have to bite the bullet. I was lying in bed, and a ray of cold moonlight shone in front of the bed through the window. Looking through the window, the night is so quiet, and the stars are snuggling up to the moon sister to keep warm. I burn like a piece of charcoal.
I can't take it anymore. I cried with a "wow". My parents heard the noise and ran away without clothes on. I knew I had a fever as soon as I saw my bright red cheeks. When I took my temperature, it was really the African high jump-a black man jumped! 39 degrees! Mom and dad hurried to get dressed. Dad picked me up without saying anything and ran to the hospital in three steps. Lying on my father's wide and warm back, I obviously felt that the wet and cold road would knock us down several times.
When I arrived at the hospital, the nurses in the clinic were resting. My mother finally woke them up and kept smiling. Water, finally hung up. Only then did I find that my parents were still wearing slippers and barefoot. Eager and warm eyes have been looking at me. My parents' love wrapped me and warmed me. I couldn't help crying quietly.
At this moment, I can't express it in words, but in my heart, I have been shouting deeply-mom and dad! I love you!
As long as I can remember, I thought I was a naughty little girl. God will bless my girl. But not only that, but also ...
It is not only a blessing from God, but also the most beautiful and sweet blessing. God made me feel the joy of life, and made me feel unprecedented happiness.
My parents gave me everything, a naive girl, and told me that I was the happiest and sweetest person in the world.
But at that time, I didn't understand, I didn't understand the happiness of life, I didn't understand the happiness and happiness of a comfortable life. At that time, I will only meet my requirements and meet my needs. I don't know, I don't know what life is. I have always thought that life is an interesting gadget. I am so funny that I laugh at how naive and ignorant I am.
I know both morality and viewpoint, and often sit in the hut built for me and look at my stamp album with a slight grin.
When I grow up, I am just an ignorant girl. I only know how to write articles and how to play. But I don't know everything, all the results.
Finally, it was the last year of my childhood. I want to bid farewell to my alma mater and look for my next goal. At this time, I understand a lot of truth. I am no longer the ignorant, silly and naive me.
Today, I have a big and beautiful dream and my most beautiful color mixing box. I want to paint the world to the most beautiful state with my hands. I have strange ideals, I will turn them into reality and let me taste the sweetest fruit.
Living in Shanghai, we don't feel short of water, but I saw on TV that in many arid and water-deficient areas of China, children only take a bath once a year, and a bucket of water picked from far away is for a family to eat and drink for three days. I also saw that Taihu Lake in Wuxi was polluted by industrial water from surrounding factories, but it would cost a lot of money to control this pollution. There are fewer and fewer fresh water resources available for human consumption on this earth. Buying a bucket of pure drinking water today is 12 RMB, and maybe buying a bucket of water one day is also 1200 RMB, because people can't live without cars, but they can't live without water.
One day, my family went to a restaurant for dinner. My mother crossed out the "roast steak" my father ordered and replaced it with scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I asked my mother why, and my mother asked me, "Do you know how a catty of beef came from?" I said, "It was born by mother cow." My mother said, "No, one kilogram of beef is converted from 80 kilograms of cattle feed-corn. It takes 100 kilograms of water to grow one kilogram of corn, which means that it takes 8000 kilograms of water to get 1 kilogram of beef." So this dish of 500 grams of beef actually used 4000 kilograms.
But two tomatoes and two eggs can be converted into 40 kilograms of water and 20 kilograms of water, ***60 kilograms of water respectively, so the ecological cost of beef is much more expensive than scrambled eggs with tomatoes. That day I realized that the loss of non-renewable resources like water can't be compensated by raising the price.
From that day on, besides delicacy and nutrition, the menu content on our dining table must also consider the ecological cost of water.
I'll tell you a little secret in secret. Although he is recognized as a good student at school, he has also had the experience of peeking at extracurricular books in class. Now that I think about it, it seems to have happened yesterday.
It was an afternoon, and everyone was sleepy, because it was a math class that none of us liked. When the teacher taught me, I was distracted because there was always a question hovering in my mind. What happened to the protagonist in the book I just read?
I told myself not to think about it, but my brain seemed to be out of my control and kept telling me to take out the book and read it.
I reached into the drawer and fumbled, but I pulled my hand back, because I am a good student, how can I read in class!
Look at it or not, I scratched my head and thought. Just as I was struggling, two little people appeared beside me, one was an angel and the other was a little devil. The little angel took fairy wand. She leaned down and said to me in a consulting tone, "You are a good student, so you can't read in class!" "The little devil held up a little black stick and said bitterly," Nothing, good students can read in class. " Say that finish also turned the little angel into a wisp of smoke, the little fairy disappeared in an instant.
I reached out my trembling hand and felt it in the drawer. I'm glad to get it. I gently opened the book and stared at it tightly, unblinkingly. Every time I read a story, I have to glance at the teacher for fear that he will find out. I finished reading this book under intense reading.
I took a deep breath and looked up at the clock. It was half past nine. How time flies! We are all out of class.
I closed the book and walked out of the classroom, secretly pleased, haha, not found by the teacher, I went outside to breathe fresh air.
Every time I open a book, I will walk into a colorful world, which is full of joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. Books have taught me what is true, what is good, what is beautiful, what is false and what is ugly. Books have become my mentor and friend.
When I was in the third grade, I didn't really like reading extracurricular books. I always think extracurricular books are useless, but my mother always nags me: "Baby, you should read more extracurricular books. It is not enough to learn knowledge only in Chinese books. There are still a lot of knowledge in extracurricular books that can't be learned in Chinese books. " So, I began to try reading extracurricular books. My first book was Arabian Nights, which told many fairy tales. After reading only a few pages at first, I was attracted by beautiful sentences, humorous characters and exquisite illustrations. After reading this book, I feel that extracurricular books are not as long and boring as I expected, but very interesting.
Now, my room is full of books, such as China classical Four Great Classical Novels, China children's encyclopedia, historical records, and many magazines, comics and other periodicals. Reading has become an indispensable part of my life. As long as I have time, I will pick up a book to read. Every time I go to the bookstore, I look around for books I like to read. I am like a greedy fish, swimming around in the ocean of knowledge, lingering. Mom says reading is a good habit, and the more you read, the more energetic you are. This year, my mother subscribed to magazines such as Children's Literature and We Love Science. Every time I get a magazine, I will take the time to finish my homework and then lie in bed and read it with relish.
Since there are books in my world, my knowledge has become very rich. I think I can never grow up without books. Reading is a very happy thing.
My Story Composition 8 Books are indispensable things in human life, which can bring people knowledge and fun. But once, I didn't like reading.
As a freshman, I always reject books. I was distressed when I saw the dense words in the book. I don't like picture books or extracurricular books with pinyin.
My mother watched secretly, picked up a pinyin version of Grimm's Fairy Tales and handed it to me. She asked, "Do you want to read a fairy tale book?" "No" "Well, I put it there for you." Say that finish, she closed the door and left.
I continued to draw my picture, but my eyes couldn't help glancing at the fairy tale book. When I read it, I found the cover of the fairy tale book very beautiful. Seven dwarfs in different clothes are surrounded by a beautiful princess. Is the princess dead? I can't help wondering. With a feeling of anxiety, I slowly opened the first page of the book and looked at the dense words. I was disgusted at that time, but the beautiful picture next to me instantly dispelled the idea. I turned to the page of Snow White and read slowly.
This woman is really bad! Unexpectedly, my heart was moved by the story. It's like I'm in a cabin in a book, watching what happened to the princess and the dwarf. Finally, I like this feeling. I like reading that interesting article and watching the colorful experiences of the protagonist. But I like to be a character in the article and experience a different life.
Gradually, I fell in love with books. From the earliest picture books to the later pinyin books, and then to various novels now. Every book brings me a different experience. Looking at the full bookshelves in summer vacation, there is always a quiet and peaceful heart whenever and wherever.
If you want to ask me what I like best, I will not hesitate to answer: "reading!" " "
I'm just a nerd. Once, I even went to the toilet with a book in my hand, but it took me more than an hour to come out. So grandpa shouted, "What's the matter? Did it fall into the sewer? " It turns out that I have entered the world of books, and my legs are numb. It's ridiculous. Of course, the consequence of this is that after I came out of the toilet, I couldn't even stand up straight, so I was directly carried to bed by my mother.
On another occasion, my mother took me to Xinhua Bookstore to read. I didn't know my mother had left halfway. It was not until the bookstore closed that I found my mother missing. Finally, I found my mother at the gate of Xinhua Bookstore. Therefore, my mother often calls me a "nerd".
When it comes to reading, I have a set of methods: after reading the book, read the introduction first, and then look for these contents in the book. Cross out some wonderful good words and sentences, which can be used in writing.
I spend most of my time reading books every day, such as The Education of Love and The Book of Growth.
I have read many books, and so have many books. Here, I want you to recommend a good book that I think is the essence; The book of growth. This is a collection of works by famous contemporary children. The book I own is Novel Volume II, which has won many awards: National Excellent Children's Literature Award and Bingxin Children's Literature Award.
After reading so many books, I finally understand that I can't read all the books, but I can choose the best ones to read. This can not only absorb the same knowledge, but also save valuable time.
I love reading!
My Story 10 I like reading books since I was a child, and I have read many good books, but The Journey to the West has always impressed me the most, which is a thought-provoking work.
I am amazed at Wu Cheng'en's superb writing skills, and the characters in his works are even more vivid: Tang Priest, who is kind-hearted and unwilling to be lonely; The Monkey King, vivid and resourceful; Pig eight quit, lazy, doing everything so-so; Friar Sand is sincere, honest and practical. In short, the four mentoring have their own strengths and weaknesses. As the saying goes, "A threesome requires a teacher." This novel tells the story of four men and women who experienced 998 1 difficulties on their way to the Western Heaven to learn Buddhist scriptures. In order to get the true scriptures, they are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, and their indomitable spirit is that they finally overcome difficulties.
I was really excited when I saw this book. I was moved by their spirit and recalled the bits and pieces of daily life. In life, I always give up halfway for a little thing, and I don't have the courage to bear it. I can't help but feel ashamed that I didn't stick to it like them. But next time I know their spirit. I just watched Journey to the West that day and went to study math, but I didn't do one thing right. After a while, I wanted to give up. At this time, I thought of the journey to the west. By the way, how can you give me some difficulties? I want to overcome difficulties and forge ahead like the characters in Journey to the West. In this way, I calmed down and thought about it several times until I thought of it. I didn't expect a book to have such a great influence on me, so I will always take it as my motivation.
I like reading, especially books like The Journey to the West, which enrich my life and knowledge and let me swim in the ocean of books until I reach the other side of my destination. ...
My story 1 1 In our life, everything is inseparable from books. When we are bored or bored, books are our best companions. They can make us happy and accompany us through a happy childhood.
I am a child who loves reading. Whenever I come back from school, I will finish my homework first and then read for a while. I am often fascinated by the stories in the book and often forget to eat and sleep.
Once at noon, my parents came back from work. I read quietly in my room, my mother cooks in the kitchen, my father watches TV on the sofa, and my mother calls me after cooking. I was so fascinated by this book that I didn't hear it at all. My mother must eat. When my parents went to rest after dinner, I felt a little hungry, so I went to see my mother. I asked my mother, "Why don't you cook so late today?" Mom said, "Your father and I had dinner long ago and told you to read without answering, you bookworm.". I smiled and went back to my room.
Another time, my mother and I bought books in the bookstore. There are so many books that I seem to have entered an ocean, which is an ocean of books. After reading this one, I read that one. My mother said, "Don't look, let's go!" I didn't even hear it. My mother patted me and said, "Don't look. Buy it if you want to see it. "
When I got home, I couldn't wait to take out my book as soon as I entered the door. From about three o'clock in the afternoon to about seven o'clock in the evening, I finished reading the book at one go. I'm not tired at all. I still think about the content of this book with my eyes closed, which really makes me memorable.
I like reading. Walking into the library, you will find a lot of knowledge you don't know.
My story composition 12 When I walked to the dusty bookshelf, I felt a long-lost melancholy in my heart.
Since the fifth grade, I have been absorbed in the thick review materials. No recess, no extracurricular activities, no weekends, only problem sets, review summaries and papers. For a long time, I haven't settled down to study. I'm no longer happy and sad for all kinds of characters in the book. I'm no longer worried about the tortuous and touching plot in the book. I'm no longer thinking deeply about the meaningful truth in the book.
The moonlight melts and the breeze blows gently. I finished my exercise again and looked at the moon, suddenly feeling empty inside. Ah, why should I stay away from that beloved book?
Wipe off the dust on the book, I can't wait to open the book and immerse myself in the ocean of knowledge. What a wonderful world this is! Here, I can feel the courage of Shennong to try herbs for the people, understand the helplessness of Xin Qiji's "poverty", understand the indifference of Tao Yuanming's "planting beans in Nanshan", and find the lofty sentiments of Wen Tianxiang's "life has never died since ancient times". I can also be moved by poor Sang Na's love, resent Grandet's hypocrisy and selfishness, sigh for the fate of Esme Halda, and sigh for Jane. Birds sing and flowers smell, grass grows and warblers fly. Trees are novels, tender grass is poetry, flowers are prose, climbing vines is drama. It is full of scenery, new life, life surprises and biological miracles.
How steady, firm and beautiful those books that are still neatly arranged are! And how happy and lucky I am to be able to study, I sincerely sigh:
This book is really good. It grows with you and adds that beautiful color to life.