One day, as usual, a beautiful young woman driver was driving a CMB on the Panshan Highway. Not only that, there are three gangsters in the car. As soon as they saw this beautiful driver, they were rude, forced the female driver to stop the bus, and said that they would take her down to "play" and even touched the female driver!
The driver turned to the passengers for help, and the whole car was indifferent. At this moment, a middle-aged man came forward! But because he was outnumbered, the man was finally knocked down. The man tried to call on everyone in the car to stop the atrocities, but the people in the car still ignored him and let the driver be forcibly pulled to the nearby jungle.
Half an hour later, the gangster brought the disheveled driver back to the car. The car was about to start again, and the young driver wanted to let the man with a back injury get off, but the man resolutely refused. The driver said coldly, "Hey, get off at once, I won't drive you." The man was angry and said, "This is really a dog that bit Lv Dongbin-it doesn't know how to love people! I saved you, but you didn't say thank you, and you have to drive me away! " The female driver looked up and said mercilessly, "You can't get off! I won't open it until you leave! " The passengers who refused to help just now are now booing: "Get off the bus quickly, we have work to do, and we can't afford to delay!" Someone even tried to push him out of the car! Besides, those gangsters were shameless and smiled proudly: "Dude is tired of playing with her." The other replied, "It's none of your business. He's my bitch. . "After a quarrel, the man was pushed out of the car. Then, the car drove away, and the female driver adjusted her hair and quietly accelerated the speed. On the right is a cliff 100 feet high, but the driver's face looks calm. The speed was getting faster and faster. The gangster sensed something and rushed to grab the steering wheel, but it was too late. The car flew to the cliff like an arrow, and no one lives got on it. . .
The people who were driven out of the car trembled when they saw the newspaper. He choked up. . It turned out that the female driver kicked him out of the car just to repay his kindness!
Write your own feelings
2. Read a story and write a composition. Write letters to students' friends.
From the first day I entered primary school, I will graduate from primary school. In these more than two thousand days, a book accompanied me for six years, which gave me selfless help and made me grow from an ignorant child to a knowledgeable teenager. Is our primary school students' mentor, but also primary school students' friends-friends. Every time I send a friend from elementary school, I will hold it in my hand and be hungry. I don't want to miss a composition, even a word. In the colorful spring, the friends of primary school students are like a wonderful flower blooming in the morning sun. There are countless petals in Friends of Pupils! There is an attractive story feast; There is a masterpiece of taste that I don't want to miss a word; There are intriguing mini comic books and interesting English; And my favorite big podium with big hands holding small hands and big reporters ... it really dazzles me. Friends of Primary School Students always opens the door for me and lets me enter a world full of fun. Always plug in a pair of wings for me and let me explore the magnificent wonders of space; He also gave me a great pen to write the colorful colors in my life. My favorite is the "composition challenge", where I not only enjoyed the good articles written by others, but also heard the comments of famous writers and journalists. Even better, writers and journalists can guide my study and teach me how to write beautiful compositions by hand. I can follow their successful footsteps, let go of my ideals and become a small writer. You taught me how to write, how to be a man, how to be grateful ... You took me to the ocean of knowledge, took me to the other side of my ideal, and climbed the peak of knowledge behind my back ... You helped me so much that thousands of words can't describe your help to me. I can only say "thank you!" "Friends of Primary School Students" is a boat on my growing road, leading me to the other side of success.
How to abbreviate a story into a composition
Judging from what you wrote, you should have a broad mind. But the reason why your article is too long is not only the broadening of ideas, but also the expression of words. You may pay more or less attention to the center, language hints and sentence choices.
Writing an article can be compared to fishing with a net. Fish is like the center of an article, and the net is like words. Fishing is like writing a good article. To fish, you must cast your net where there are fish. If it spreads far, the fish can't be caught or caught with a big net. It's like writing an article. To get to the center, you need a lot of words to make it clear. In addition, if the net is too dense, more materials are needed. It's like writing an article in multiple languages. In fact, you can catch the fish you want, and the net doesn't have to be too dense. When writing an article, you don't have to describe every detail in detail. In some places, leaving some room is more intriguing.
In fact, writing articles is the most difficult thing for beginners. I think your article will be more ideal if you can work hard in the following aspects in the future:
First of all, before you start writing, you should be clear about the purpose of writing notes, such as what characteristics or qualities you want to show this person through what you write and what you want to tell people. Then write around the set purpose, make great efforts to render the performance purpose, and it will pass if there is little effect, and resolutely give up if there is no effect. In addition, it is not necessary for the author to lay out all the contents that can express the main idea of the article. Sometimes, the expression of implicit suggestion can arouse readers' thinking more. Also, when writing about scenery, try to use short sentences. If you pay more attention to these aspects, your written expression will be more concise.
4. Write a composition with my story. How to write?
Childhood is like a treasure chest, filled with colorful shells, and each shell records my childhood memories. My childhood was naive.
When I was five or six years old, I bought two chickens to play with out of curiosity. Those two chicks are cute, their little heads are hanging over their fat bodies, and their golden fluff feels very comfortable!
One day, I was lying on the floor at home, staring blankly at two chickens. At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that ducklings can swim, and chickens look like ducklings, so can chickens! So, I moved a basin of water and prepared to teach the chickens to swim.
I clumsily caught the chicken in the basin. Oh! By the way, it seems that you need to warm up before swimming. So, I caught the chickens and put them on the ground, and took a wire to make them "jump rope"! After exercising for about ten minutes, I put the chicken in the basin. You see, I saw two little guys splash into the water and got my face wet. I was so angry that I caught two little guys and taught them a lesson. I was very patient, grabbed the chicken's two little feet and said to them in an impatient tone, "Look at this, I will only teach it once!" " "I grabbed those two little feet and stretched them out to both sides." This is called breaststroke, understand? "I shouted to them. After I finished teaching, I put them in the water and let them practice for a while and play by themselves.
About ten minutes later, I came to the basin and saw two chickens shivering with cold. I thought to myself: there is still time anyway, so forget it today. So I took a small towel, wiped it, and put it back in the nest ... The next day, I got up early to see the chicken. When I came to the henhouse, I saw two chickens lying on the ground, motionless. I ran to my mother and asked her what happened to the chicken. My mother looked at it and said, "Dead." I was stunned at first, and then I burst into tears. My mother asked me inexplicably, "What did you do to the chicken?" I said with tears, "I gave them some millet yesterday and told them to swim for a while." "What, teach chickens ... to swim. ..... swimming! " Mother burst out laughing. I whispered, "Just a moment!" It seems that the chicken has been killed! "My mother sighed.
Childhood "stupid things" are funny to think of, but I feel more sad about the death of chickens.
5. Write an article with "My Story"
My story is like stars in the sky, shells on the beach, past, present, happy, sad, funny, serious, ordinary and bizarre ... Now, let me tell you an interesting story.
At noon in the fourth grade of primary school, everyone was doing their homework, so quiet that they could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. When I picked up the eraser, I found Xiaoming's shoelaces behind me loose. I have a plan. I unhurriedly picked up the eraser and put it on the corner of the table. I looked around and everyone was doing their homework seriously, so I touched it with my elbow. The eraser seems to be very spiritual and really ran to his feet. I just want to reach out and touch it. His feet seemed to have eyes and moved. I see no one pays attention to me. I pretended as if nothing had happened, picked up the eraser and buried myself in my homework, but I couldn't help laughing. After a while, he took a deep breath, picked up his notebook and handed it in. Although his legs were stretched out, it seemed that he was knocked down by something and fell forward. Although he supported the tables on both sides with his hands, he fell to the ground. Suddenly, the quiet classroom burst into laughter, and the students burst into laughter. I also laughed with them. Someone commented, "I don't know who tied his shoelaces together." The laughter is getting louder and louder. Xiao Ming suddenly thought of something and turned his face. Angry eyes are really scary. I quickly said, "Not me." He said, "Not you." I thought he would fight, but unexpectedly, he returned to his seat and a storm passed.
When I was preparing to hand in my homework, I fell like him, but I tripped over the foot of the table and everyone laughed again. My mind suddenly flashed, "One good turn deserves another, and one evil turn deserves another. It's not that I don't report it At that time, I will report it all. " It won't be that effective, will it? !
The plot is quite attractive.
Since we are in the same boat, I also want to write a "my story". 18960.8886888886 17
6. Write a composition with the story of ""
My story: reading and life. I loved books when I was a few years old.
I will naturally read picture books and comic books. I still remember the story of a little fairy who kept cutting the river with scissors to save people last year. This story not only left a deep impression on me, but also awakened my imagination when I was young. The first book I bought was in the second grade.
I was 8 years old that year, so I got 92 points in the Chinese exam because I was ill in the middle of the term, but the young Chinese teacher decided not to give her a reward for anyone below 92 points. She didn't want these students to buy the books she rewarded. "You poor students don't deserve it." At that time, I was as unhappy as a needle, but I happened to see this extracurricular reading book during the holiday, so I took out my pocket money and bought it, 80 cents! Ah, the story in the book appeals to me. I rewrote one of them with nearly 2000 words, which is the legend that a couple finally propped up the sun and the moon with two palm trees.
To my delight, the Chinese teacher was replaced in the third grade, and I got full marks in Chinese scores several times, but that kind of reward was never given again. I am growing up, and my father naturally understands my growth.
He subscribed to many magazines for me, including Juvenile Science, Selected Compositions for Primary and Secondary School Students, and so on. But I never really took the time to write those compositions. It warmed me for a few minutes to see the teacher's bright smile caused by other people's published works. Hey, if only someone gave me a push behind my back ... after I bought that first book, my enthusiasm for buying books was suddenly aroused. I seldom eat snacks, but I bought a lot of books. Like story writing, story king, fairy tale king, story club, storyteller, etc. They were all bought at that time, but now the story club, which is the most preserved and well preserved, has reached an extraordinary level ... After graduating from primary school, I lived in my dark personal cabin on the fifth floor, and I counted what I had left in the past five years.
When I was in junior high school, I began to subscribe to magazines and newspapers. I can't put it down, and of course my knowledge has increased a lot. When I was in high school, I just bought all kinds of thick books, and my interest in reading began to decline at that time.
A lot of things seem to have stopped ... my life has started a new page. I went to Beijing after graduating from high school.
I read Beijing Evening News every day, but I think it is the most important newspaper in Beijing. The new reading course is that after I came to Beijing Library, I first wrote a note and looked forward to one day, and then got a temporary reader card. I was not satisfied, so I finally got a formal card and renewed it every year 10 yuan. Look at that.
At that time, I mainly looked at secretaries in history, economy and politics, and paid little attention to literature. The pressure of life also gives me a clear reading goal. I want to study major, I want to study only one line! When I'm not in the library, I eat my own textbooks. I feel that I am not smart enough, and it is difficult to catch up with others without making progress.
What's more, a person, wandering alone in Beijing ... The Internet has sprung up everywhere, and I officially became a netizen in 2004. But I don't like reading books online very much. I only love realistic books, because I am used to it.
Online is a fast world. Reading news, expressing opinions and communicating with people should be fast. Is this different from reading calmly and absorbing knowledge with peace of mind? In reality, society also encourages everyone to study, but how many people can really be quiet? In fact, reading is also a very personal thing, regardless of this feature, it is difficult to have a good effect. If people are anxious and want to study, they must hate those books in their hands; When everyone has the need to study together, the era when everyone loves reading will come back.
It is said that books are the ladder of human progress, so I will say, climb up step by step. If you don't climb, you will never reach the high point of your life. ...................... has already started in high spirits in 2007, and the future is worth our efforts. And reading is a never-ending thing.
Looking forward to the new year in 2007 and the future, my study life will start again! My reading story time: May 23rd, 2009 14: 49 Author: Heart-shaped Snow Click: 1790 times reading, which is an essential hobby in my life. Because reading can increase my knowledge, cultivate my sentiment and improve my writing level.
Therefore, I think the sentence "read well, read well, read well" is quite right. When I was a child, I once asked my mother, "What is a writer?" "A writer is a person who writes good articles."
Mother stroked my hair. "I want to be a writer in the future and write many books for you!" I'm happy to say.
Mom thought I was talking nonsense and didn't care, but I kept it in mind. "Mom gave me a diary!" "Do you want to keep a diary?" Mother said it again and took out her diary.
I picked up a pen and wrote down those words that I really dare not compliment. I wrote many articles in one breath, including Flying Puppy, Abortion Home and so on.
Those articles are really naive and unrealistic to me now, but I hold my diary in my arms like a baby, because it contains one of my "great" dreams-to be a famous writer when I grow up. After school, I read more widely.
Before going to bed, after my mother left, I took out the book I had already prepared, hid it under the bed and read it with a flashlight. As a result, my mother came, and I didn't notice. "Hand over the book!" Mother seems to be interrogating the prisoner.
"I, I, I didn't take the book." I answered falteringly.
Mother lifted my quilt, and a book and flashlight were exposed. Then she took my pillow away and counted five or six books.
"It's so late still reading! I want to find Duke Zhou in class tomorrow! Do you want your eyes? Sleeping on such a high pillow, be careful to turn into a small gong pot! " Listening to my mother's scolding, I think I was wrong. But when I saw that attractive book, I couldn't help drooling again. I could only watch my mother leave with a pile of books.
Gradually, I grew up. When I was washing my feet, I tentatively asked my mother, "Can I watch TV while washing my feet?" "no!" I returned to the bathroom with a shaking washbasin in my hand.
I blame my mother while washing my feet. Suddenly, she appeared in front of me, which surprised me. Oh, no, she heard you.
7. How to write a composition about a true story?
People's thoughts are easily influenced by social times. What I have seen and heard makes me feel that people are selfish, and any friendship and true feelings are just on paper. However, one little thing changed me.
It was raining that day, so I got on the bus and hurried to school. I speed up and look down at my watch from time to time. I looked up again and got a fright. I realize what will happen, but time doesn't allow me to hesitate any longer. I braked hard, but it was too late. The car hit someone and I fell. I didn't care about my pain, just thinking, "What bad luck, I wonder if he is hurt?" He won't let me go anyway. "I stood up in fear and trembling. I dare not look up for fear of seeing an angry face. Suddenly, the fallen car next to him was lifted. I was surprised to find that it was him, the middle-aged man, who was knocked down by me. He helped my car first, and then picked up the umbrella that fell to the ground. Suddenly, I met his eyes. Those are sincere eyes, shining with reproach and containing kindness; Some angry and sincere expressions show that he has forgiven me, as if to say, "Go to school quickly, you are not afraid of death, and be careful in the future." "I don't know why, I suddenly feel that this person is like my father. I don't have the fear in my heart just now. Looking into his eyes, I trembled and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry! "
Sitting on the bus, I still look back from time to time, watching the gradually hazy figure in the rain until it disappears out of my sight. But I always feel that a pair of warm eyes are still staring at me ...