How to write a composition in the form of a novel

1. Write a 500-word composition in the form of a novel. My classmate has a pair of big watery eyes, a high nose, a glib mouth, dark skin and a thick ponytail. Does everyone know who she is? Yes, she is-elegant.

Elegance and I are both representatives of mathematics, but Elegance takes her homework seriously. Once, Chen Ziying didn't finish her homework in class, but it was already time for school. He Laoshi asked Fenghua and I to continue to collect homework in the classroom, and we were going to have a training in the evening. I said to Fenghua, "Fenghua, I'm leaving first, so you can collect it." "ok." Later, I learned that I gracefully collected books until 6 o'clock that day and took the initiative to teach others to do problems. My face suddenly turned red.

Another time, we collected our exercise books together until school was over. I counted, there are 55 books, and one is short. Who is it? We both asked the leaders of the columns, and they all said they had handed it in. Tired of it, elegant and comforting. "Xin-yu huang, let's look for it. We will find it. Don't lose heart. " I said impatiently, "What are you looking for? You can't find it. What if the child was handed over to the teacher alone and didn't tell us: or even if the person didn't hand it in, when we asked him one by one, he said he did? We can't find it. Let He Laoshi handle it. He Laoshi will definitely find it. " He said gracefully and angrily, "How did this happen? It's not like you haven't seen it He Laoshi wants to change four books today. He Laoshi is so hard. If you still care about these small things, what do you want our two branch representatives to do? " "Ok, I'll look for it with you, ok." I said I'd help you find it, but in fact, I just flipped through it and sat there reading comics. I glanced at Elegance and looked at her looking for it with her head down one by one. I don't think there's any progress I smiled and thought, "I said I couldn't find it." You still don't believe it. Believe it now! " Suddenly, elegant eyes lit up, and I went to Tian Lei's side and said to him, "Hand over the book, I have seen it all." When Tian Lei was nervous, he shivered and said, "I ... what did I hide?" Elegance suddenly came to a "looking for the moon in the sea" with lightning speed. She took out a book from Tian Lei's schoolbag and opened it. Sure enough, she didn't finish eating. She told me to finish it quickly, and then she gave it to He Laoshi. When Elegance finished all this, I found that I was sweating all over and my face turned red for a while.

Elegance and seriousness are beyond my reach, and I especially admire her.

This is my classmate-Elegance, my good friend!

Classmate, what a kind and familiar word. They are by your side from the day you go to school and accompany you through every day of your life.

Unconsciously, I have entered junior high school. When I was reluctant to part with my classmates who had been in primary school for six years, there were ninety new classmates around me who would accompany me through the three years of junior high school.

We just started school, and we are not familiar with each other. At this time, a friendly greeting, a kind smile and a considerate pen inadvertently brought us closer.

In my eyes, classmates, everyone is so cute. It is a kind of fate that people from 90 different schools can get together today and get together in three years. The ancients said, "We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? "Yes, why care about the past? As long as we are together, we should cherish and attach importance to this fate.

In my eyes, classmates, everyone is so beautiful. We are all parents' treasures. In the eyes of parents, we will always be their angels. Everyone has his own unique personality, everyone has a different excitement and a colorful sky.

In my eyes, every classmate is so excellent. After just a few months of getting along, I found that many students have their own bright spots: he is cautious, she is serious, she is diligent, literary talent is flying, he is tireless, and he is positive ... Their persistence and beauty left an indelible impression on me. After the exam, I found some talented girls.

In my eyes, classmates, everyone is so kind, they are ready to help others, helped me again and again, and infected the people around them with their simple and kind hearts. ...

In a blink of an eye, I have been promoted to junior high school for more than three months. During these three months, I gradually became familiar with my classmates. In my eyes, they are so cute, so excellent, so ...

Classmate, what a beautiful word, it will always touch my heart with its purity. ...

2. Write the composition "People and Things Around" in the form of a novel. Leaders, teachers and classmates around you, who are so moved:

There are countless touches in life, because we are touched, (so we know what love is); Because moved, (let us know life); Because I was moved, the sun was so warm; Life is so beautiful because I am moved. But there is a feeling that it is surrounded by the fragrance of peaches and plums; It is made by hard work and sweat; It is the fusion of hard work and wisdom.

In 2004, at the age of 20, I returned to the land where I was born and raised-X because of my love and enthusiasm for my children. The sound of reading, singing and laughter in X school deeply touched and infected me. At that moment, I secretly told myself to make a cup of green tea and spread the fragrance and love! Infected everyone around you.

If a person's life is just a small spray in the long river of history, then this spray is so (surging) because of love! So what is love? My child made the best interpretation with practical actions-(actually) love is never leaving, never leaving! Love is a hug and a simple greeting. An encouragement) (remember)

That was when I was in the sixth grade graduating class. One of the students in the class (Li) is unfortunate. Graduation is imminent, but her parents are divorced. This family dispute is like a bolt from the blue for (this) child (that). The former liveliness and happiness (she) seem to disappear in an instant, in pain (confusion). Suddenly found that other children in the class (all) quietly stuffed small notes to her, filled with encouragement and comfort (notes); During the break, greeting cards will float into her drawer from time to time, condensing warm and intimate handwriting like an angel with wings, caring for her all the time, and sending her a caring message ... The care of classmates melted into the joy of playing games together, and slowly (in the care of classmates and society) came out of the shadow (gradually). In the final graduation exam, (she) was admitted to the key junior high school with the first grade in her class.

That year, (that) a small classroom gathered not only many (students' expectations and eyes), but also countless sincerity and kindness (love); (That) a small (real) classroom with countless accessories; A small classroom is full of their pure love. "Don't give up, don't give up", the children really taught me the first lesson in life with practical actions, which greatly influenced my future life.

Touching does not happen by accident, but can be seen everywhere. I remember one time I accidentally sprained my foot and it was very difficult to walk. When school is over, the children in the class don't know when to wait in front of my office. Opening the door, the children's simple words warmed my heart. "Teacher, I am older, let me help you." "Teacher, let me help you with your bag." "Teacher, I usually eat the most and am the fattest. Let me carry you. " ..... You know, their 8-year-old children are only my waist tall, but they have the courage to carry this teacher who weighs almost three times as much as them. Children, like adults, put my arm on their shoulders, and they hold my waist with their small arms. At that moment, every step is a kind of happiness (nagging, deleting); Every step is a kind of love.

In teaching, moving is everywhere. In class, I told the children my feelings about life, the history of the Corps, my childhood, my joys and sorrows, my experiences and lessons. The children listened with their eyes wide open, and then wrote their feelings in their weekly diary to communicate with me. Some people say that "one bosom friend is enough in life", not to mention I have dozens. You said, life is so happy, what can my husband ask for? What's more, in the children's world, I learned that worry and sadness are just much ado about nothing. In class, the children actively explored the history of the Corps, and they were shocked by the persistence of the Corps. Moved by the simplicity of the Corps; Moved by the hard work of the Corps; From their little faces flushed with excitement, I saw the hope of the Corps and was full of confidence in its future.

The feelings around us also permeate every festival. Every holiday, I received not gorgeous flowers, but paper flowers made by children themselves; What I received was not a high-grade gift, but a small fish carved with chalk; I received not beautiful short messages, but small notes ... but I regard them as treasures. It is precisely because of these that some people's seemingly junk "boutique" tells me "sincerity".

Supplement to the question:

No, I will never forget it. I will never forget the children's encouragement to me, a teacher who just stepped onto the podium. I can't forget their strong arms when I was sick; I can't forget the gifts they made for themselves on holidays; I can't forget their spirit of "never leaving, never giving up" when they graduated. They gave me the courage to stand on the podium; They taught me that happiness is actually very simple; They let me know how happy I am to be a teacher. ...

If someone must talk to me about the feeling of being a teacher, I will say to you, "I am very moved and happy." (Love is by my side)

Thank you! My speech is over.

3. How to write at the beginning of a composition in the form of a novel that love is around?

Zhang Le is an ordinary 13-year-old child who can be seen everywhere in the street. The only unusual thing is that he has no father but only one mother.

Zhang Le always wanted someone to pick him up at school, even if it wasn't a car or motorcycle. All the other students have it. But he can't have it. He only had his mother at home riding that shabby old bike to pick himself up in the cold wind. There is nothing hot to warm your hands. If mom made money that day, she might give herself a baked sweet potato, which is the greatest happiness.

(Then you can develop the plot. )

4. How to write a short story? A novel is probably some characters. Their conversations, actions and behaviors will cause ups and downs, and with the help of the scene, there will be a reasonable ending. Of course, the ideology contained in the whole article is the theme that the author tries to express in order to create vivid characters: characters are the soul of novels, just like actors on the stage, leading the plot. Any novel shows the character's style of words and deeds, or the feelings and interests between people; Without characters, how can there be novels? However, the choice or shaping of characters in the novel must be special. Ordinary people are not suitable for leading roles, just like the characters in the play, they are rarely complacent ordinary people: either villains who are guilty of the most heinous crimes or good people who are merciful; Either struggling disabled people or idle rich people. ...

When describing people, it is most taboo to explain or describe: "He is a good man in the world and often helps others." She looks as beautiful as a fairy "is very abstract and boring." Be sure to describe in detail the process of "helping others" and "beauty".

Fabricate a tortuous and wonderful plot: the plot is the content of the novel and the "play" of the characters' performance. People who are unclear will mistake "plot" for "story"; Actually, they are a little different. The story is plain and simple, which can be completed through narration; In addition to the story, the plot may also need the actions, expressions, psychology and dialogues of the characters, as well as the background (scene) and events of the events, so it is three-dimensional and complicated. A novel is a drama on paper. If a play is an ordinary thing for an ordinary couple, who will watch it? So the love in the novel is abnormal and abnormal; Very exaggerated and exaggerated; It is almost impossible to find it in the world. This shows that the theme of the novel should be special, the plot should be wonderful and tortuous, and there should be suspense; The ending had better be unexpected, so as to firmly grasp the reader's heart.

There are many events around us every day. If these events are very special, we can take them as the backbone of a novel, connect the related experiences (events in memory) in the past, and imagine "painting a picture", and maybe we can "fabricate" a touching novel.

5. Write a composition "My Teacher" in the form of a novel, 600 words, don't mess around, don't mess around. I have many teachers, but they teach me different knowledge. My teacher is Luo Yang. He worked hard for the new plane and created the miracle of completing the new plane in only ten and a half months. For the national aviation technology, I personally command. Until the last moment of my life, I didn't even go to work for a medical staff. He taught me to be loyal and serve my country. My teacher is Yan Zi. In the process of saying goodbye to Chu He, he taught me to live a simple life, learn to be honest and learn to be eloquent. My teacher is Chen Binqiang, and filial piety is even more impressive. For more than 1,800 days and nights, he braved the wind and rain and took away Alzheimer's disease with a piece of cloth. Work in a school 30 kilometers away from home. Teacher Chen Binqiang is not only a good teacher in middle school, but also a good teacher for each of our children. Teacher Chen Binqiang taught me that filial piety is the first of all virtues. My teacher is a loyal brother. They teach me to be loyal, loyal and honest. My teachers are still Ma Junze and Huang Yun Xiu. Neither of them can read, one can't borrow and the other can't. They all made me feel their desire for learning and advised the younger generation to study hard. They taught me to cherish today's superior conditions and hard-won life, and not to wait until I lost it to regret it. My teacher is still my present teacher. They taught me: Don't forget yesterday, cherish today and face tomorrow. My teacher or others taught me everything I need to learn, and made me understand that no matter what obstacles there are. Not afraid of sacrifice, the spirit of forging ahead, the spirit of brave struggle, and the most important thing is not to forget yesterday, cherish today and face tomorrow. The teacher is the lecturer who taught me these spirits. I'm sure I will understand these spirits.

6. Write a 600-word composition in the form of a story. I like a picture on my computer desktop: a road is covered with golden leaves, which almost completely covers the road. Beside the road, there is a tall French phoenix tree. The color of the ground is as golden as the leaves on the tree. As soon as I turn on the screen, the golden piece will come into my eyes and stare at the golden road that stretches far away. I think I heard it. Liu Yuxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote: "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is not as good as spring. A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, leading poems to Yun Lan. " This poem aroused my voice. I think autumn is not lonely or sad, but it has a unique beauty. I like autumn and autumn leaves. Some people like to watch the fallen leaves, and when they watch them, they fall into sadness. But it's another feeling: they are dancing happily. I like to listen to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. That's Ye Er singing heartily. I like autumn, and I like its profound connotation. Once, on the way back from school, I was depressed and walked into a forest unconsciously: there were golden roads, ripe fruits and the unique fragrance of autumn. Gradually, I was intoxicated with it and forgot my troubles and worries. I always think autumn is boring, boring and depressing. I only remember the bleak autumn wind and the dry trunk. Now I think it is beautiful, fruitful and unique. Golden road is like the avenue of life. It is this unique autumn that inspires me with its profound connotation: if you want to achieve something, you must work hard. As the saying goes, no pains, no gains. I feel that I have quickened my pace. The golden avenue covered with autumn leaves has become the most practical scenery in my heart, which often brings me warmth and comfort. The song of life composed of fallen leaves, together with the avenue of life, extends to the distance.

7. Write a composition "My Teacher" in the form of a novel, 600 words, and satisfaction plus 20 wealth. I have many teachers, but they have taught me different knowledge.

My teacher is Luo Yang, and he will make you sweat to death. For the new machine, I worked hard to create a miracle of completing the new machine in only ten and a half months.

For the sake of national aviation technology, I personally commanded, felt unwell, didn't get off the plane halfway, and didn't even go to work with medical staff until the last moment of my life. He taught me to be careful, loyal and serve my country.

My teacher is Yan Zi. He taught me to live a simple life and learn to be honest and eloquent. My teacher is Chen Binqiang, and his filial piety is even more admirable.

For more than 1,800 nights, he braved the wind and rain and used a piece of cloth to bring his old mother and Alzheimer's disease to work in a school 30 kilometers away from home. Teacher Chen Binqiang is not only a good teacher in middle school, but also a good teacher for each of our children.

Teacher Chen Binqiang taught me that all virtues should be filial piety first. My teachers are loyal brothers. They teach me to be faithful, loyal and honest.

My teachers are still Ma Junze and Huang Yun Xiu. Neither of them can read. A book borrowing and handwriting, a book borrowing dream. All these make me feel their desire for learning and advise the younger generation to study hard. They taught me to cherish today's superior conditions and hard-won life, and not to wait until I lost it to regret it.

My teacher is still a teacher. They taught me: don't forget yesterday, cherish today and face tomorrow. My teacher is someone else. They taught me everything I need to learn, and made me understand that I am not afraid of difficulties, optimism, sacrifice, forge ahead and indomitable spirit. Most importantly, I will not forget yesterday, cherish today and face tomorrow.

The teacher is the lecturer who taught me these spirits. I believe I will understand these spirits.

8. Write the composition "People and Things Around" in the form of a novel. People who have been touched by leading teachers and classmates: there are countless touches in life, because they are touched, (so they know what love is); Because moved, (let us know life); Because I was moved, the sun was so warm; Life is so beautiful because I am moved.

But there is a feeling that it is surrounded by the fragrance of peaches and plums; It is made by hard work and sweat; It is the fusion of hard work and wisdom. In 2004, at the age of 20, I returned to the land where I was born and raised-X because of my love and enthusiasm for my children.

The sound of reading, singing and laughter in X school deeply touched and infected me. At that moment, I secretly told myself to make a cup of green tea and spread the fragrance and love! (Infect everyone around you). If a person's life is just a small spray in the long river of history, then this spray is so (surging) because of love! So what is love? My child made the best interpretation with practical actions-(actually) love is never leaving, never leaving! Love is a hug and a simple greeting. An encouragement) (I remember) It was when I was in the sixth grade graduating class. Unfortunately, a student in the class (Li) is about to graduate, but her parents are divorced. Family turmoil (for this) The child (for me, it's like a bolt from the blue) (that) once lively and happy (she) seems to disappear instantly (suddenly).

Suddenly found that other children in the class (all) quietly stuffed small notes to her, filled with encouragement and comfort (notes); During the break, greeting cards will float into her drawer from time to time, condensing warm and intimate handwriting like an angel with wings, caring for her all the time, and sending her a caring message ... The care of classmates melted into the joy of playing games together, and slowly (in the care of classmates and society) came out of the shadow (gradually). In the final graduation exam, (she) was admitted to the key junior high school with the first grade in her class.

That year, (that) a small classroom gathered not only many (students' expectations and eyes), but also countless sincerity and kindness (love); (That) a small (real) classroom with countless accessories; A small classroom is full of their pure love. "Don't give up, don't give up", the children really taught me the first lesson in life with practical actions, which greatly influenced my future life.

Touching does not happen by accident, but can be seen everywhere. I remember one time I accidentally sprained my foot and it was very difficult to walk.

When school is over, the children in the class don't know when to wait in front of my office. Opening the door, the children's simple words warmed my heart. "Teacher, I am older, let me help you." "Teacher, let me help you with your bag."

"Teacher, I usually eat the most and am the fattest. Let me carry you. " ..... You know, their 8-year-old children are only my waist tall, but they have the courage to carry this teacher who weighs almost three times as much as them.

Children, like adults, put my arm on their shoulders, and they hold my waist with their small arms. At that moment, every step is a kind of happiness (nagging, deleting); Every step is a kind of love. In teaching, moving is everywhere.

In class, I told the children my feelings about life, the history of the Corps, my childhood, my joys and sorrows, my experiences and lessons. The children listened with their eyes wide open, and then wrote their feelings in their weekly diary to communicate with me.

Some people say that "one bosom friend is enough in life", not to mention I have dozens. You said, life is so happy, what can my husband ask for? What's more, in the children's world, I learned that worry and sadness are just much ado about nothing.

In class, the children actively explored the history of the Corps, and they were shocked by the persistence of the Corps. Moved by the simplicity of the Corps; Moved by the hard work of the Corps; From their little faces flushed with excitement, I saw the hope of the Corps and was full of confidence in its future. The feelings around us also permeate every festival.

Every holiday, I received not gorgeous flowers, but paper flowers made by children themselves; What I received was not a high-grade gift, but a small fish carved with chalk; I received not beautiful short messages, but small notes ... but I regard them as treasures. It is precisely because of these that some people's seemingly junk "boutique" tells me "sincerity". No, I will never forget it. I will never forget the children's encouragement to me, a teacher who just stepped onto the podium. I can't forget their strong arms when I was sick; I can't forget the gifts they made for themselves on holidays; I can't forget their spirit of "never leaving, never giving up" when they graduated.

They gave me the courage to stand on the podium; They taught me that happiness is actually very simple; They let me know how happy I am to be a teacher ... If someone asks me to talk about the feeling of being a teacher, I will say to you, "I am very moved and happy." (Love is by my side) Thank you! My speech is over.