The story composition in the picture is 500 words.

A beautiful story, written in 500 words.

A beautiful story

There is a little boy with a flat nose. Because I got encephalitis at the age of two, I was mentally impaired and had difficulty in learning. For example, if someone can write two or three hundred words in a composition, he can only write three or five lines. But even such a composition can be written beautifully.

It was a composition class, and the topic was "Wish". He thought about it for a long time, and then he wrote it seriously. The composition is short, with only three sentences: I have two wishes. The first one is that my mother looks at me with a smile every day and says, "You are so smart. The second is that the teacher smiles and says to me every day, "You are not stupid at all. 」

Therefore, it is this composition that deeply touched the teacher. The mother-like teacher not only gave him the highest score, but also recited the composition emotionally in class, and criticized one by one: "You are very clever, and your composition is very touching. Please rest assured that your mother will definitely like you, your teacher will definitely like you, and everyone will definitely like you more. " 」

He took the composition book and skipped home like a magpie with a smile. But he didn't show his mother the composition book. He is waiting for a wonderful moment.

That moment finally arrived. It was my mother's birthday-a sunny Sunday. That day, he got up early and put his composition book in a beautiful big envelope made by himself. On the envelope, there was a little boy with a flat nose. The little boy grinned sweetly. He looked at his mother quietly, waiting for her to wake up. As soon as his mother woke up, he called out "Mom" sweetly. Then he walked up to him with a smile and said, "Mom, today is your birthday, and I want to give you a gift. 」

Mom smiled: "What? 」

"My composition." The little boy handed me the big envelope with both hands.

Mother's heart was pounding when she took the envelope!

Sure enough, looking at this composition, my mother shed two lines of tears sweetly, and then hugged the little boy tightly, as if he would suddenly fly away.

(2) Write your own story composition of 500 words! ! Come on! !

As a girl, I should be an innocent girl, obedient and clever, but I am outgoing and careless. Some people even say that I am very aggressive. Even my biological parents say I don't look like a girl!

Just like last time, go to a barbecue. The delicious food makes my mouth water, and it is even more "wolfing down", which is very unlike a lady. (A little exaggerated) Dad saw it and said, "Look, whose children eat like you? You want to compare your sister Jiang Jing, will she eat like you? " Really, it's nothing like a girl! "Hum, anyone who meets delicious food will not be like me!

Another time, I dragged my father to play table tennis. My dad said, "I said Jiang Yu, look at other girls." They all learn to draw, sing and dance. After training, they are all talented women. You should study hard ... ""I see, let's go! " I managed to pull my father up. After playing for a while, I have lost several balls. Suddenly, dad hit us with a tackle, which caused us "heavy casualties". I was careless for a moment and blurted out, "Shit, it really pissed us off! Watch me kill you! " My mother watched, unhappy, and said, "Yuyu, why are you so rude? Where did you learn it? I am still not a girl! Apologize to dad! " Why, if you go to our school, you may learn worse than me!

Alas, adults always want boys to become Jackie Chan and girls to become phoenixes, but I am like this, and most of them are hopeless. When on earth can I become a "phoenix"!

2。 Childhood is a fragrant flower. Everyone has had colorful years, poetic stories and many innocent dreams.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I dreamed that one day I could spread my wings in the blue sky like a bird and fly freely. With the increase of knowledge, I understand that this is just a dream, an ideal that can only be realized by studying hard and becoming a pilot or astronaut when I grow up. Therefore, I envy being a teacher. She instilled a lot of knowledge into her students and taught so many pilots, astronauts, scientists and calligraphers ... being a teacher can realize all her dreams through her students!

When I was a child, I was full of infinite admiration for my teacher. Whenever someone asks me, "What is your dream?" I always answer categorically: "I want to be a knowledgeable teacher when I grow up." When we only know that we have time to play, it is the teacher who tells us the importance of time and regulates our daily routine. When we look around and make small moves in class, it is the teacher who leads us into the hall of knowledge and swims in the ocean of knowledge; When we are sweating in class regardless of the collision between tables and chairs, it is the teacher who guides us to play games and teaches us to enjoy making friends; When we first picked up the pen, it was also the teacher who taught us the correct posture of holding the pen and the spelling of one stroke and one picture; When we came home from school, it was the teacher who told us again and again how to cross the road safely. ...

In class, I can't see their worries as mortals, only their enthusiasm for education; It is they who stand on the podium with a smile regardless of their illness, and they stand on the podium with enthusiasm regardless of their family difficulties. In their hearts, there are only students and only education. It is their selfless spirit that has created a batch of talents and filled one blank after another for the glory of the motherland.

For this dream, I must study hard, delve into scientific knowledge, become a qualified people's teacher, train more and better talents, and transport them to all fronts of the motherland to create a more prosperous future and realize more of our dreams!

The protagonist of this story is me.

You said, "Life is a fascinating book." He said, "Life is a colorful stage." I said, "The stage needs that thorny script to interpret a nearly perfect life story."

On the stage of life, as a young and ignorant newcomer, I will give a pure smile because of the appreciation of others, but I will also give the feeling that "people have to bow their heads under the eaves" from time to time. Of course, you will fall and get hurt. At this time, under the gorgeous light, what shines on me is not brilliance, but white loneliness; In that dynamic music, what accompanied me was not * * *, but the language laughed at by others and the director's sharp eyes. With that unwilling heart, I held my fist in my hand, but a moment later, facing the empty audience, I could only shake my head and sigh helplessly: "Alas!"

"There is Bole in the world, and then there is a swift horse." When you were waiting patiently for Bole to dig you out, did you realize how many opportunities were taken away from you like running water? Will you still do nothing at this time? "No, I won't." The deepest cry in my heart aroused my unyielding belief, so I would get up from the falling stage in a mess. "Oh ..." I seem to understand something. So I won't wander in the dark flash of the past, I won't lose my way because of decadence, I won't sink deeper and deeper in the mire of failure, but I will look for another turning point. It turned out that I didn't understand until it was dark: nothing is more grateful for the light than darkness.

The waves in life are far more than calm. Smooth sailing is not life. I finally understand this truth. So when autumn comes and leaves fall, I will face it gladly. Who says that difficulties and setbacks are our most heartless friends? Do you really think so in adversity? Is our enemy, you are weak and he is strong, and you are strong and he is weak. At this time, I am no longer stupid. I know that the night before dawn is always darkest, so I will secretly cheer on the stage: "Yeah! Hang in there, can the light be far behind? " So I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, washed away the dirt under my feet, tied my shoelaces and ran to success.

Perhaps the audience will find this life story boring-there is no grandstanding title, no ups and downs, repeated in countless "alas", "oh" and "yes", but I am not lost by it. Because whether it is bitter "alas", repentant "Oh" or passionate "Yeah", it will become an indispensable chapter in my life. Without them, my life would be incomplete.

I spent 60% of my life in hardships, and I once suspected that many mountains reduced me from a leading role to a supporting role. However, from time to time, Beethoven's cry of "I want to hold my destiny by the throat" and Edison's narration of "I found 1000 kinds of materials unsuitable for filament" rang out on the stage. Then I know that the biggest enemy in life is myself. As long as I don't abandon, don't give up, hold the ambition of "never fail" and the belief that "I can't ruin my ambition because of a temporary wave", even if I am covered in blood and bruised all over, the protagonist of this life story is still me.

So, in the laughter of others, I understand that I am the protagonist of my story, so bumps are my only way. Under the director's sharp eyes, I understand, because I am the protagonist of my story, and suffering is the river I must cross. In the sound of fallen leaves, I know that because I am the protagonist of my story, frustration is the mountain I must climb.

Standing on the stage, I still shine.

(3) My road to painting, my composition is about 400,500 words. !

My road to painting

On the road of my life, there is a winding path, and this is my way of painting. This road started when I was still in kindergarten, when I was about six or seven years old. Because I was young at that time, I could only learn children's paintings. At first, everything went well. The teacher is a great artist. She has published some books and magazines with personal exhibitions, and her name often appears in many art books. She is the famous teacher Xu Ye, who gave us a vivid lecture. The only regret is that my imagination is not rich enough to figure out what to draw, so I left the classroom by myself less than two years after I started studying. ...

After graduating from primary school, I embarked on the road of painting again. This time, there was an old teacher named Gu. She spoke more vividly, and I quickly got the gist. This is painted with an oil pastel. Maybe I'm sensitive to color, and I'm handy in choosing, using and matching colors. My paintings are tangible, colorful, meaningful and meaningful. A year later, he transferred to another great art teacher to teach. Song Feng, a 1.8-meter-tall teacher, has made great achievements although she graduated from college soon. When painting, he is calm every time he writes.

After the fourth grade, I bid farewell to children's painting and formally began to learn basic art-sketch. For sketch, it can be said that no one had any foundation at that time, that is to say, everyone was on the same starting line. I remember the first class, I didn't draw well. Everything on the paper is just in my mind, regardless of angle, light and shade, perspective and so on. Three years later. My sketching skills have advanced by leaps and bounds, and the works I draw are also different.

Now I'm still on my way to painting, and I don't know what the next road will be like. But when I look back at the deep and shallow footprints I walked through, I feel very gratified, because each footprint contains a different story. The road ahead is still long, and it may be smooth sailing. It may be bumpy and tortuous. Maybe one day, I will stop taking this road for the time being, but no matter what the road is, as long as it is a road, I will definitely get there!

④ The story composition in the photo is 500 words.

The story in the photo

A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

⑤ The story behind a beautiful painting composition is 500 words.

Hello! Choose between the two.

When God closes a door for you, he will also open a window for you. When he doesn't even leave a window, draw himself a window!

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I often hear people crying loudly and painfully, "I can't live any longer." It is normal if such words are limited to one person. They may really have no hope of survival, or they may have some terrible disease and are dying. Or a very big disaster destroyed his life and soul, making him completely lose the confidence to survive. Such people are pitiful. They didn't do anything wrong, but they were deprived of their right to live. It is understandable to cry like this.

But what is puzzling is that the more people like this, the less they will say "I can't live." They are strong, and they believe they can overcome the immediate difficulties. They can seize the opportunity and have enough determination to inflict physical pain and mental torture on themselves. "Do it, you may die; If you don't go, you will die. Then do it! " This sentence is the most appropriate description of these people. The voice of "I can't live any longer" that we hear in life doesn't come from these people at all-it comes from those people who don't know how many times life is superior to these people.

The test scores dropped sharply, and I said sadly, "I can't live any longer!" " "The company reduced its salary again and said," I can't live any longer! ""The husband and wife quarreled again, crying and saying, "I can't live any longer ..."

Well, I don't want to say anything more. In other words: the decline in test scores means that your score is not too low, and there is still a certain distance from the lowest, and you can still improve your efforts. The salary has dropped again. If it's your own fault, it means that you're not so bad as to be irreparable, otherwise you'd have been fired long ago. If it weren't for your reasons, such as the financial crisis, you had a pay cut, and so did thousands of other people in Qian Qian, but they certainly wouldn't all yell at the sky (otherwise the roof would fall). Why not learn from them? The quarrel between husband and wife shows that you still care about each other, or you will enter the cold war or divorce directly ... isn't that much better?

Draw yourself a window. In "The Maze of the Pan God", the little girl drew a door for herself with chalk and escaped from the imprisoned house and the closed underground palace. We don't have the magic of Pan Shen or magic chalk, and we can't do it in reality, but we can convince ourselves with our heart, condense our firm beliefs into an illusory chalk, and draw a window for ourselves in the small room without doors and windows in our hearts. In this way, you can usher in a fresh spring!

Draw yourself a window.

The old painter drew a window for himself and suddenly felt the warmth of the sun. We draw a window for ourselves, and we will also experience the beauty and happiness of life.

Draw yourself a window, a window of hope. If you ask Yao Ming what his greatest wish is, he will tell you that it is to lead the China men's basketball team to win a world championship instead of winning the NBA championship with the Rockets. After that, he will add: "I know this is a dream." Because of hope, in July, 2004, during the Sino-Korean War, when the Korean three-pointers bloomed like fireworks, Yao Ming became a beacon of hope for the China men's basketball team.

Hope is power. With hope, there is the possibility of success. There is only a hopeful heart between success and failure! Draw a window of hope and you will see the dawn of success.

Draw a window for yourself, draw a lasting window for yourself. When Qi Baishi was young, he asked a seal engraver how to learn seal engraving well. The seal engraver asked Qi Baishi to pick a stone and go home to practice by himself. Therefore, Qi Baishi kept practicing day after day and year after year according to the teacher's words. A load of stones became less and less, and the ground was covered with mud. At this time, Qi Baishi's seal cutting technology has also been very exquisite, and finally became a famous seal cutter.

Because of persistence, Qi Baishi succeeded. Hang in there, success is at your feet. Draw a persistent window and success will belong to you.

Draw a window for yourself and a confident window for yourself. "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the monstrous waves, raise the muddy sails and build a bridge on the deep seabed" and "I was born to be useful. Spin a thousand silver coins and they will all come back!" After reading a heroic and magnificent poem, I can't help thinking of the romantic poet Li Bai, who is full of self-confidence despite his bumpy career. Li Bai became the greatest poet because of his confidence.

Confidence is half the battle. Draw a confident window and take the first step to success.

Draw a window for yourself and let hope, persistence and self-confidence accompany you. Draw a window for yourself and make our life different.

6. The story composition in autumn is 500 words.

In an autumn, a very important day for them. They, students in Class One, Grade Five, are talking about an important plan, which is very important. They even held a "secret meeting" organized by class cadres, just for that matter. They arranged everything in the meeting. "Everything goes according to plan." The class committee cadres gave orders. So they started to work. The wall newspaper group immediately drew on the blackboard behind with chalk and ruler, wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly; On the other hand, the "wall newspaper group 2" organized by students is also in action; Over there, a "health team" composed of the Labor Committee and the Sports Committee is cleaning every corner of the classroom carefully. ...

They are so careful, so serious! Everything, everything is for that "secret operation".

As soon as the bell rang, the students on the side closed the door and drew the curtains. At this time, the classroom was very quiet, and even the breathing was clearly audible. At this moment, everyone's heart is pounding. When the teacher opens the door, everyone is ready. As soon as the teacher opened the door, the classroom suddenly became lively: "Happy holidays, teacher!" " "The students all took out their own gifts. Although the gifts are small, some are only worth one or two yuan, but each gift is the most beautiful, because it contains their love for the teacher.

The teacher looked ahead and the wall newspaper was updated. This time, the theme is-teacher, I love you! The teacher smiled and turned to look at the blackboard, which was full of beautiful patterns and words of thanks to the teacher. The teacher's eyes were red. After a long time, he turned around and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you ... thank you, classmate ..." The teacher stared at the 42 pairs of eyes below. After that, the bottom 42 showed a bright smile on their faces.

The autumn wind blows gently, and the mango trees on campus are full of fragrance, which contains deep feelings between teachers and students. ...

⑦ Write a 500-word composition about a story that happened in the process of learning an art.

Encyclopedia of composition for grade six: stories and feelings in the process of learning an art

"My Stage" makes the story of "I" learning drama lively and interesting. You may have studied an art, such as blowing, pulling, playing, singing, calligraphy, painting, clay sculpture and sculpture. Please write a story and feeling that happened in the process of learning an art.

You can also write a work of art you like, or an art appreciation activity, such as listening to a concert, watching a flower show and visiting an art gallery. Recall the author's methods of expressing feelings in the text and pay attention to their application in practice.

Art is my favorite. I often draw a picture when I am bored. Now I am in the sixth grade. With the increase of homework, I have less and less time to draw.

When I was very young, my mother drew pictures for me. She paints very vividly. The snow white she painted is not only beautiful, but also a beautiful dress. Maybe that's when I fell in love with art! When I was still in kindergarten, my parents sent me to an art teacher's house in Tingchao Six Village to study art. Recalling the happy scene at the teacher's house, I couldn't help but take out the pictures I had painted before. I can't help wondering why I used to paint so naive. At that time, my parents always praised me for drawing like a good one. Maybe it's because they don't want to destroy my self-esteem They paved a smooth cement road for my art road. But this road will never be smooth sailing, and bumps will come soon. When I was in the first grade, the teacher said that children should not be taught to draw, but to sketch. Because, parents think it is learned in senior grades. At this point, my art study career stopped. Except what they teach at school. But I'm not intimidated by the ups and downs. I still paint at home. But painting at home is always not as good as teaching by teachers. Once, I drew a snake, but I felt that it was different from the one in the book, and I couldn't change it, so I cried a lot. When mom and dad heard the crying, they all came to comfort me and said that the painting was very good. But I know in my heart that they are comforting me. I cried even harder. Because, I don't need the comfort of others. Because, at that time, I thought that the comfort of others was the ridicule of others. Later, I modified this painting. But after that, I painted harder. I have been learning to sketch until now. Although my painting is not very good for the time being. But I'm still trying.

I believe that one day I will see the light on the road of art.

⑧ Write a short essay about my painting road, 450 to 500 words.

My road to painting

On the road of my life, there is a winding path, and this is my way of painting. This road started when I was still in kindergarten, when I was about six or seven years old. Because I was young at that time, I could only learn children's paintings. At first, everything went well. The teacher is a great artist. She has published some books and magazines with personal exhibitions, and her name often appears in many art books. She is the famous teacher Xu Ye, who gave us a vivid lecture. The only regret is that my imagination is not rich enough to figure out what to draw, so I left the classroom by myself less than two years after I started studying. ...

After graduating from primary school, I embarked on the road of painting again. This time, there was an old teacher named Gu. She spoke more vividly, and I quickly got the gist. This is painted with an oil pastel. Maybe I'm sensitive to color, and I'm handy in choosing, using and matching colors. My paintings are tangible, colorful, meaningful and meaningful. A year later, he transferred to another great art teacher to teach. Song Feng, a 1.8-meter-tall teacher, has made great achievements although she graduated from college soon. When painting, he is calm every time he writes.

After the fourth grade, I bid farewell to children's painting and formally began to learn basic art-sketch. For sketch, it can be said that no one had any foundation at that time, that is to say, everyone was on the same starting line. I remember the first class, I didn't draw well. Everything on the paper is just in my mind, regardless of angle, light and shade, perspective and so on. Three years later. My sketching skills have advanced by leaps and bounds, and the works I draw are also different.

Now I'm still on my way to painting, and I don't know what the next road will be like. But when I look back at the deep and shallow footprints I walked through, I feel very gratified, because each footprint contains a different story. The road ahead is still long, and it may be smooth sailing. It may be bumpy and tortuous. Maybe one day, I will stop taking this road for the time being, but no matter what the road is, as long as it is a road, I will definitely get there!

Pet-name ruby 500 words photo story composition.

Today, at home, I finally recovered from my homework. In order to clear my mind, I picked up a Motto. Just as I was leafing through the books carelessly, a small story box caught my attention. Orange gouache outlines a box, which looks so fresh and elegant, casual and natural. When I finished reading the article, I felt that the words in this frame were the essence. . . . . .

The article tells that the author was invited to visit Geneva and Paris, the processing places of Cartier, a world-famous jewelry brand. To the author's surprise, the birth process of a bright pearl is so complicated that every staff member is patiently completing his work. What moved me most was one of the polishers, a white-haired old man. His job is to thread a cotton thread into the hole to be inlaid with jewelry and polish the place that can't be seen after inlay. When the author asked him if he was bored, he said that he was not bored at all. When the author asked him, "Don't you think it's a waste of time to polish this polished part that no one can see?" The old man replied, "Just because something is invisible doesn't mean it doesn't exist, such as God."

When I finished reading this article, I couldn't help laughing at the old man's stubbornness, but I looked back.

How to write a story composition in a photo in 500 words?

Opening the old photo album at home, I saw the yellow photos.

That's a photo taken by my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, wearing a small cloth jacket with a square collar, a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is going to climb the tree. And my uncle, carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long, doesn't know what to do. I don't know until I ask my mother that they will know enough shells. In those days, cicada slough was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, the children of every family will get up early and go to the Woods in the village to find cicada shells with small baskets and long bamboo poles. My brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find the cicada's shell, while my brothers and sisters helped to pass the bamboo pole and pick up the cicada's shell, which was very tacit. Children often start early in the morning with dry food and don't go home until dark. At this time, their small basket is full of cicada shells, while the small basket with cover is full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried cicada shells every few days and sent them to the pharmacy in the town, so that the tuition fee for one year would be settled. When the harvest is good, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! Cicada, which is not fully hatched in a small basket, is another rare food for people. Every night when cicadas are hatched, children can't wait to wash the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat delicious. There are even greedy children like cats. On the way to the pharmacy to sell cicadas, they secretly hide a few cicadas, fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat them with relish. Do you know what delicious food was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, and let me share that wonderful and happy time with my mother!