Continue to write a short story of 300 words.

Kong Yiji adapted it into a 300-word short story.

Kong Yiji is a scholar, but after studying for decades, his hair turned white. He takes the imperial examination every year, but he didn't even get in as a scholar. So he is not qualified to teach. The imperial examination is hopeless. It happened that he was lazy and pretentious, and often came to the hotel where I worked and spent a few pence on a bowl of wine. Every time he comes, he is always welcomed by people.

Kong Yiji has no regular job. Occasionally, he is asked to do some copying work. He is restless, too. He often steals books from his employer's house to sell. After being discovered, he was often beaten. Even so, he still can't change eating shit. Once, he stole a book from a family in the town. As a result, he was hung up and played in the middle of the night. Kong Yiji's leg was broken in this beating.

Travel to Shanxi Village and write a 300-word story.

Rewriting of Shanxi fu cun

Since I was demoted, I have returned to my hometown after a long separation. I feel annoyed at the thought of national security and survival. It is the season when the golden osmanthus is fragrant and the farmers have a good harvest. I can't help but want to go out and relax.

Walking, I came to Shanxi village. The farmers there are very hospitable. When they saw me, they greeted me from a distance and invited me to his house. When I came to my hometown, the old man moved out of the wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month, and the peasant woman at home was busy killing chickens and pigs and bought a rich table of dining tables. I can't help feeling uneasy when I see that they spend so much money. The old man said: "This year's harvest is good, and there is plenty of food and wine at home. You can drink as much as you want. Come on, let's talk while drinking. " I readily agreed. Although the wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month is turbid and tasteless, I still can't help but drink a few more cups. In glass after glass of good wine, I was slightly drunk and my sorrow was swept away.

After a big meal and a short rest, I'm going home. The villagers took me to the entrance of the village. I said goodbye to everyone and moved on. Along the way, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the winding paths are deep. The stream is gurgling, and the flowers are competing for each other. I can't help being deeply intoxicated. Walking, the path suddenly disappeared. I wonder if there is a road ahead. Looking up, I suddenly saw a village surrounded by flowers in Liu Yin, which surprised and delighted me.

In this world, sometimes I don't have to care about my eyes. In the face of difficulties, as long as I keep moving forward, there will be a way out.

Write a fairy tale in 300 words.

In front of a little goat's house, there is a large grassland, where there are green tender grass and colorful flowers. Guests wearing colorful coats often stop to dance on the flower, which is a butterfly.

One day, the little goat came back from a trip and found that the grass was bent one by one, and some were even uprooted. The petals of flowers are torn off one by one, and butterflies have no place to stand. The ground is in a mess, with many footprints, one big circle and four small circles. The little goat carefully analyzed what he had learned and determined that it was the footprints of a wolf. He understood. I thought about it carefully in my mind, and finally decided to make one of the 36 tricks-one after another, and let the wolf suffer. See if you dare to arrest me. Just do it. After working all night, the little goat finally made all the traps, because after working all night, the little goat was so sleepy that he immediately went to sleep.

The next day, the wolf went to the grass again to see if the little goat had come out to fill his stomach. As soon as he entered the grass, he was caught in the thigh by the wild animals and jumped wildly, only to hear a "plop". Suddenly, the wolf saw a thin and long rope and thought, God help me, too. He just tried hard and listened again.

The grass is calm again. Where is the wolf? Never come again.

Ask for a short story of about 300 words! ! Urgent, I wrote it myself.

Philosophical story:

First of all, Piri

Perry is dead, and he can't make up his mind when he chooses to go to heaven or hell. The priest promised him that he could experience life in heaven and hell before making a decision.

Piri chose to go to hell first. When he arrived in the underworld, he was warmly treated, arranged a very gorgeous presidential suite for him and arranged servants for him. Piri lies in bed every day, eating and drinking, playing mobile phones, playing games and watching TV. She doesn't have to work or think. Piri felt very satisfied, and soon the three-day hell experience period passed.

Piri came to heaven. He has no comfortable accommodation, only a small hut and a large field. The priest told him, "You can only get food by working. Go to work! " "

Piri had to work in the fields. He was so tired that his back ached and he had to cook by himself when he came home at night. He also eats whole grains and vegetables. After three days, Piri lost a lot of weight. It is time to make a choice. Piri chose to go to heaven, because three days in heaven reminded him of when he was alive.

Second, Jews

Many years ago, in Auschwitz, a Jew said to his son, now our only wealth is wisdom. When others say that one plus one equals two, you should think of more than three. "The Nazis poisoned hundreds of thousands of people in Auschwitz, but the father and son survived.

1946, they came to Houston, USA to do bronze ware business. One day, the father asked his son what the price of a pound of copper was. The son answered 35 points. The father said, "Yes, the whole state of Texas knows that the price of a pound of copper is 35 cents, but as a son of a Jew, it should be said to be 3.50 dollars." Try to make a pound of copper into a door handle. "

Twenty years later, his father died and his son ran a bronze shop alone. He makes bronze drums, reeds on Swiss clocks and watches and Olympic medals. He once sold a pound of copper for $3,500, when he was the chairman of mccall Company. However, what really made him famous was a pile of rubbish in New York State.

1974, the United States * * * invited public bidding to clean up the waste left by the transformation of the Statue of Liberty. But months passed and no one responded. When he heard that he was traveling in France, he immediately flew to new york. After seeing the mountains of copper blocks, screws and wood under the Statue of Liberty, he signed unconditionally.

Many transportation companies in new york secretly laughed at his foolish behavior, because in New York State, there are strict regulations on garbage disposal, and they may be sued by environmental organizations. Just when someone wanted to see Jewish jokes, he began to organize workers to sort garbage. He had the scrap copper melted and cast into the little Statue of Liberty.

Processing cement blocks and wood into a base layer; Make waste lead and aluminum into the key to new york Square. Finally, he even packaged the ashes swept from the Statue of Liberty and sold them to flower shops. In less than three months, he turned this pile of waste into $3.5 million in cash, and the price of copper per pound increased by 654.38+100000 times.

The text of the puppy is called sequel story, and it is about 300 words.

The puppy keeps learning to write.

Spring has come, and the puppy is jumping and playing happily in the forest.

On this day, it heard a dog barking. I don't know what that is. It came carefully from the grass one day. It went to the grass. At first glance, a puppy that looks exactly like himself is barking, barking, barking, and another puppy is barking. He was surprised. He asked you why you call another puppy that way, and said, because this is our language, can't you? Let's teach you. When I call you, you call me woof-woof. Have you learned?

I will say thank you, and since then, they have become best friends. They happily make phone calls together every day, jump around together and say hello to each other in their own language every day. One day, a farmer passed by and found that they were the same. He took them home. The puppy runs around the yard every day. The farmer found them very active and named them Xiaodong. They have a good time every day. Wherever you go, you are very popular.

They lived happily ever after.

Write your own fairy tale, 300 words!

When the Yellow Emperor was in power, when he heard that Hua Xu was a fairy country, he longed for that country and always hoped to have a chance to visit it. One day, the Yellow Emperor was sleepy after eating and planned to sleep. In a trance, a strong wind blew, and the Yellow Emperor only felt his ears whirring and his body light, rising with the wind like a butterfly and floating into the sky like lightning. I don't know how long it took before the Yellow Emperor saw a big stone tablet with the word "Hua Xu" written on it. When his feet touched the ground, the Yellow Emperor saw an old man coming. He asked the old man where this was, and the other person replied, "Hua Guoxu."

The Yellow Emperor was overjoyed and bowed: "I am the Yellow Emperor of the Central Plains."

"Oh ..." The old man said deja vu. "I have heard of this great name. Welcome to Hua Xu. "

The immortals in the kingdom of Hua Xu heard that he was the Yellow Emperor and warmly entertained him. The Yellow Emperor discovered that the kingdom of Hua Xu was leaderless, and there was no respect or enmity between immortals. There is no happiness in life, no sadness in death, no closeness or alienation, no loyalty and rebellion. Everything here is simple and natural.

Moreover, to the surprise of the Yellow Emperor, the immortals here will not drown in the water, nor will they be killed by fire. There is no pain in chopping them with stones or axes, and there is no tingling and itching in grasping them with hands. They can walk in the air, the valley can't stop their footsteps, the clouds can't stop their sight, and the thunder can't affect their hearing. It's amazing.

The Yellow Emperor swam happily in the fairy country and suddenly fell into a pit. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had just fallen asleep and had a dream, but the scene in the dream was clearly remembered. The yellow emperor was deeply moved and realized: "the truth cannot be forced by desire."

Fang Zhimin's short story is 300 words.

Fang Zhimin,1August, 90013rd was born in Hutang Village, Yiyang County, Jiangxi Province. Hutang Village is a beautiful place. There are two fish ponds in front of the village, and the water is as bright as a mirror. There is a small river across a small bridge at the entrance of the village, and there is a dirt mountain behind the village, which is covered with tall maple trees.

Fang Zhimin's family is very poor. Every spring, all the food at home is used up, and a little food in the jar is borrowed from the rich man's house. Xiao Zhimin, who has just turned three or four years old, is hungry. Xiao Zhimin tugged at his mother's skirt and kept shouting, "Mom! I'm hungry, I'm hungry! " Xiao Zhimin saw that all the children in the rich man's family ate white flour steamed bread, looked up and asked his mother, "Why do the children in the rich man's family have steamed bread to eat, but not in our family?" Mother had to answer: "rich people live well, with land and money;" We live a hard life, and if we don't want anything, our children will suffer! " Xiao Zhimin still doesn't understand. He's human, too. The rich don't work or sweat to eat white steamed bread, and the father works hard to make his son hungry. Why? When Fang Zhimin was 7 years old, his father borrowed usury from the rich man to send him to a private school.

Xiao Zhimin happily put on his schoolbag and went to school. In the first few days, Xiao Zhimin felt quite fresh. The old man shook his head, and the students shook their heads and read "Confucius" and "Poetry". After a long time, Xiao Zhimin became impatient and bored, so he just sat there dozing off.

Seeing that Xiao Zhimin didn't study hard, the old man came over and grabbed his ear and asked, "Which sentence did I just read?" Xiao Zhimin straightened his neck and said, "I don't know! It's not an old book, I'm too lazy to listen! "

The old gentleman was so angry that his beard stood up. He picked up a ruler and slapped Zhi Min's palm, cursing at the same time: "I told you not to learn sage books!" "Xiao Zhimin's hand was red and swollen, but he gritted his teeth without saying a word.

Back home, the mother looked at her son's hand and shed tears of distress. Xiao Zhimin said, "I won't go to school tomorrow. I'm going to herd cattle and collect firewood. " ! "

Dad was smoking a cigarette. When he heard his son clamoring not to go to school, he vomited a cigarette and said, "How can I go to school without being beaten by the teacher?" There is still hope for your father to suffer for your study. Otherwise, you will be as blind as your father, and there is no hope to change our poor days! "

Qi belongs to Qi, and Xiao Zhimin still has to go to school. As long as mom and dad are happy, we should study this book well.

19 16 autumn, 16-year-old Zhi Min was studying in a high school in Yiyang county. He read a lot of progressive books in the school library and organized the "Nine District Youth League" to fight against local tyrants and evil gentry.

At that time, there was a big landlord named Zhang who wanted to be a "provincial councillor". He asked his men to use money to buy votes, and the people talked about it. Fang Zhimin thought, this landlord is very bad, with sores on his head and pus on his feet. If he becomes a member of parliament, he may do many bad things.

In order to stop the big landlord named Zhang, Fang Zhimin stayed up all night and wrote a small-character newspaper: "Ten Deaths of Zhang Landlord", copied several copies and posted them in the most conspicuous place in the county overnight. People in the city crowded to read small posters and applauded happily. To advocate furious, send someone to tear up posters, looking for Fang Zhimin everywhere.

Fang Zhimin's classmates advised him to find a place to hide, saying that he was rich and powerful and not to be taunted. Fang Zhimin smiled and said, "I'm not afraid. Can he eat me? "

The landlord Zhang finally found Fang Zhimin. Several lackeys gave Fang Zhimin a push, and Fang Zhimin was taken to the landlord's house.

I insisted on leaning back in the plush chair, humming and smoking, staring blankly at Fang Zhimin and saying, "Are you Fang Zhimin?"

Fang Zhimin head high don't talk, thought, do you know what to ask?

The land advocate spoke again: "students should read the books of sages well and don't fiddle about." . I asked you to write a statement saying that you were instigated by others and I was innocent. How's it going? "

Fang Zhimin shook his head, and the landlord Zhang immediately turned against him and threw the hookah on the table, with a lost expression on his face. He said, "I am in Yiyang, and you are like stepping on an ant." When a thug beat him to death, Fang Zhimin said unhurriedly, "I have written a letter to the newspaper and the police station. If I can't go back tonight, someone will post it. The whole province will know about your killing of students. "

When the landlord heard it, a boy of fifteen or sixteen left a hand, which was really tough. After careful consideration, if Fang Zhimin is killed, it will anger the people of the whole province. Or swallow this tone, so we have to wave to let Fang Zhimin go.

Fang Zhimin didn't leave any letter for his classmates, but he was pushed into a hurry by landlord Zhang, who used his quick wits to say that rhetoric. Fang Zhimin became a famous student in Yiyang, but he didn't become a member of parliament in the end.

19 18, the northern warlord Duan betrayed his country and took refuge in Japanese imperialism, which aroused great public anger.

On this day, teachers and students of Yiyang Middle School held a rally on the playground to denounce Duan's traitorous behavior. Fang Zhimin's most admired young teacher, Miss Liu, took to the podium to give a speech. He said emotionally, "The traitors have sold out our country piece by piece, and Japanese imperialism will swallow up our China again. We should start from ourselves and boycott Japanese goods. " After that, Mr. Liu took out Japanese tooth powder and Japanese washbasin, crushed the tooth powder box with one foot, and smashed the Japanese washbasin with stones.

The students were all infected by Mr. Liu's patriotic action. Fang Zhimin crossed his legs and ran to the dormitory, took out his paved Japanese straw mat, ran to the podium, lit a match and said, "I want to learn from Mr. Liu and resolutely don't use Japanese goods."

19 19 Autumn, Fang Zhimin went to Nanchang Jiangxi No.1 Industrial School. He read progressive publications such as New Youth, and his ideological consciousness improved rapidly.

At that time, schools in Fang Zhimin were badly run. The school appoints teachers through personal relationships. Some teachers know nothing, even their students are not as good as them. As long as they have access, they can teach. The students have great opinions. On behalf of the whole class, Fang Zhimin proposed to the school to change teachers. The fat headmaster said in a bureaucratic tone, "research." A few months later, there was no news.

At the right moment, the school propaganda team has to arrange programs. Fang Zhimin had a brainwave and wrote a play "The Strange Phenomenon of Private Schools". There are three main characters in the play, the principal, the principal's wife and the principal's son. When the principal is the leader, the principal's wife can't even read and dares to teach any class. The headmaster's son just rang the bell.

A 300-word short story continued in The Story of the Grinding of an Iron pestle into a Needle.

Lin Jingshan is secluded, with only solitary lights. It's too white to go home at night and sit alone in front of the case. Thinking carefully about the old woman's words is just a reason to study. Perseverance, the pestle can become a needle, and learning can also be improved. In ancient times, Meng Mu and Le Yangzi's wife gave up knitting to persuade them to become ancient scholars. Although today's old woman's pestle is not to persuade her to learn, the speaker is unintentional and the listener is interested. If she is born too white, it is still very useful. Only if the sages don't allow her, can she win a place in the history of the Tang Dynasty. As a result, Li Taibai's knowledge increased day by day, and he finally formed a writing style. Together with Du Shi, he called himself "Du Li", which was very famous in later generations.

Pinocchio's story lasts 300-250 words.

At the beginning of school, Pi Nuo Qi came to school with his schoolbag on his back. The children were very surprised when they saw Pi Nuo's long nose. Around him, Zuo Quan looked to the right and pointed. Some reached out and touched him, others laughed at him and said he was ugly. Pi Nuo was very sad, and the teacher quickly went to comfort him after seeing it.

In class, Pi Nuo's long nose accidentally poked the classmate in front, and the classmate burst into tears. Pi Nuo kept apologizing to him until he stopped crying. When doing his homework, Pi Nuo's long nose is just a foot long, which makes him sit up straight and write neatly. The teacher praised him and asked everyone to learn from him. Students will never laugh at his long nose again.

One day after school, Pi Nuo Qi and his classmates went home. On the way, he saw a big boy bullying a child. He rushed up and poked the big boy with his long nose. The big boy was frightened and ran away.

Another time, the teacher took his classmates to the river for an outing, and a classmate accidentally fell into the river, which frightened everyone. Pi Nuo Qi jumped into the water without hesitation and saved the classmate with his long nose.

Since then, no one has laughed at Pi Nuo's long nose. He has a good time every day.

Myth continues to write 300 words.

Pangu created the world and made the sun, moon, stars, mountains and vegetation with his body. The polluted air remaining between heaven and earth has gradually turned into insects, fish, birds and beasts, adding vitality to this lifeless world.

At this time, there was a goddess, Nu Wa, walking on the vast Yuan Ye. She looked around, the mountains were rolling, the rivers were running, the jungle was dense, the vegetation was in full bloom, birds were flying in the sky, animals were running on the ground, fish were playing in the water, and insects were jumping in the grass. It is said that the world is also beautifully decorated. But she always feels a kind of unspeakable loneliness. The more she watched it, the more bored she became, and her loneliness became stronger and stronger. Even she can't figure out why.

Tell Shan Ye about her irritability, and Shan Ye can't understand her at all; Insects, fish, birds and animals pour out their worries, how can they understand her distress? She sat slumped by the pond, staring at her own shadow in the pond. Suddenly a leaf fell into the pool, and a small ripple appeared on the still water, which made her shadow shake slightly. She suddenly felt that the knot in her heart was untied, yes! Why does she have that kind of unspeakable loneliness? It turns out that the world lacks a creature like her.

Thinking of this, she immediately dug some dirt by the pool, filled it with water, and pinched it according to her own shadow.

Pinch, pinch, pinch into a small thing, similar in appearance to Nu Wa, but also with five senses, two hands and two feet. After kneading, I put it on the ground and actually came back to life. When Nu Wa saw it, she was filled with joy, and then she squeezed a handful. She called these little things "people"

These "people" are created in the image of God, and their heroic behavior is naturally different from other creatures. They are actually chirping like Nu Wa. They cheered around Nu Wa for a while and slowly separated.

Nu Wa's lonely heart suddenly warmed up. She wanted to make the world lively and let the people created by herself be everywhere, so she kept working and pinched one after another. But after all, the world is too big. After working for a long time, her hands are numb, and the little people squeezed out are still rare on earth. She didn't think it would work, so she broke a vine from nearby, plunged into the mire and threw it on the ground with dirt. As a result, the little mud became a villain, which was similar to the shape made by hand and much faster. When Nu Wa saw that the new method worked, she spilled more and more, and people were everywhere.

Nu Wa created many people on the earth. Her heart was happy and her loneliness was swept away. She feels very tired, so she needs to have a rest, walk around and see how those people live.

One day, she went to a place and saw that it was sparsely populated. This is very strange. She leaned over to examine it carefully. She saw many little people lying on the ground, motionless. She fiddled with her hand, but nothing happened. It turns out that this is the villain she used to be. By this time, her hair had turned white and she was dead.

Nu Wa was secretly worried when she saw this situation. She thinks that she has worked hard to make people, but people are constantly aging and dying. At this rate, if there are always people in the world, why not keep making them? This is never the way.

As a result, Nu Wa refers to the way that everything in the world is passed down from generation to generation, so that human men and women can cooperate to reproduce. Because the world is a creature that imitates God and cannot be equated with animals, she established a marriage system to make it different from animals. Since then, the world has regarded Nu Wa as a "divine medium".

Nu Wa made man and nature.

Nu Wa is a goddess with a long tail. Since the beginning of time, Pangu has traveled around the world.

Nu Wa glided on the earth, admiring the beautiful structure of Pangu. She loves trees and flowers, but she is more intoxicated with more lively and energetic birds, animals, insects and fish. After reading it, Nu Wa thought that Pangu's creation was incomplete, and the intelligence of birds, animals, insects and fish was far from satisfying her. She wants to create a creature superior to any other creature. In this way, there will be a life that can dominate and manage everything in the world, not just weeds, birds and animals, and the world will not be lonely and desolate.

Therefore, when the female disaster glided along the Yellow River and looked down to see her beautiful shadow, she couldn't help but be overjoyed. She decided to use the mud on the river bed to knead the clay figurine according to her own appearance. Nu Wa was clever and soon made many clay figurines. These clay figurines are almost identical to her, except that she made them legs that match their hands instead of dragon tails. Nu Wa breathed a sigh of relief at the little clay figurines, and those little clay figurines were full of vitality, and "living" became a group of clever and dexterous little things that could walk upright. Nu Wa called them "people". Nu Wa injected Yang into some of them-an aggressive male factor in nature, so they became men. On the other hand, she injected Yin Qi, a gentle female element in nature, and they became women. These men and women danced and cheered around Nu Wa, bringing vitality to the earth.

Nu Wa wanted people to spread all over the vast land, but she was tired and did it too slowly. So she came up with a shortcut. She put a rope in the mud at the bottom of the river and turned it over until the lower end of the rope was covered with soil. Then, she raised the rope and waved it on the ground. No matter where the mud spots fall, those mud spots become little people. In this way, Nu Wa created people all over the globe.

In order to make human beings endless, Nu Wa established a marriage system for human beings, allowing men and women to cooperate with each other and have children, so that human beings can continue to reproduce to this day.

Nu Wa's children live happily on the earth. However, "the weather is unpredictable." One year, Zhu Rong, the water god, fought against Vulcan, and he was defeated by Zhu Rong. He was so angry that he hit his head against the western hills. As a result, the pillars supporting the sky collapsed, half of the sky collapsed, leaving a huge hole and the earth shattered in many places. Flames broke out in cracks and burned people's houses and crops. The flood overflowed both banks, and groundwater gushed out from other cracks, which flooded the earth and turned people's living place into the Wang Yang Sea.

Nu Wa watched in horror as thousands of people starved to death or drowned. She is determined to save her children from their disaster. Nu Wa slipped to the Yellow River, picked many colorful stones, melted them in a furnace, and then filled the holes in the sky with these molten liquids. Nu Wa kept mending. After nine days in Kuya, the sky was finally mended, the earth cleared up and colorful clouds appeared on the horizon. Now, the rosy clouds that appear after the rain are made of colored stones by Nu Wa.

When mending the sky, the sky was brighter than before, and Nu Wa smiled with relief. But she was still uneasy. She grabbed a giant turtle from the East China Sea and cut off its four feet to be Optimus Prime, which stood in the four corners of the earth and supported the four sides of heaven and earth. Then, the kind and great mother burned a lot of reeds into ashes, filling up the flooded gullies on the ground. In this way, people live and work in peace and contentment, mankind has finally got rid of the disaster, and an atmosphere of peace and happiness has emerged on the earth, and people live a happier life.

Nu Wa created mankind, so it is called the ancestor of mankind-"Nu Wa Niangniang"; She made unremitting efforts for the happiness of the people she created, so her name was engraved in the hearts of future generations.