One photo, one story, 300 words essay

1. I am looking for a composition, a 300-word science fiction story about a time machine, urgent! ! !

Title: Science Fiction Story Time Machine

Little master, get up quickly, the local universe explosion will start in four hours! Including us! "This is my electronic peace dove calling me." Ah! "I seemed a little panicked. Because even if I take the shortest route, my super-light flying saucer can only fly out of this area in four and a half hours. Even if I prepare quickly now, it's too late!

The Big Bang began. Our earth was at the border of this area, so I was thrown out of this area and landed on a water-blue planet called "Children's Planet".

I lived in the home of a kind-hearted person. Over time, I discovered that all the residents on this planet are children, and they will never grow up. Although these children are children from various planets, they are no better than adults. Bad. They have used their wisdom and sweat to build "Children's Planet" to a modern level.

There are hundreds of factories on the planet. There are textile systems, there are food industry systems... The factories are all automated and controlled only by a few computers and a few intelligent robots. For example, in the "Children's Planet Textile Factory", the small textile workers here no longer have to worry about it. Instead of checking back and forth among several machines in the past, they are replaced by intelligent robots. Once there is a fault, the robot will handle it simply and quickly. If the fault is too large for the intelligent robot to handle, it will. It will make a quick "beep beep" scream to remind the little workers to deal with it immediately.

The lessons of "Children's Planet School" are very interesting while the children in the school are playing. I learned a lot of knowledge consciously. For example, in the Chinese reading class of "Children's Planet School", students in a class read an article at the same time, and then made animations based on the content of the article. Each student read the article again and recorded it. Insert into the corresponding animation. Then adjust the speaking speed to an appropriate level. When the students have finished their animations, the robot teacher takes turns to show each student's animation while many students are able to read the text. I know it by heart. The students here love to study and their grades are very good. The students who come out of here are all very talented and are highly regarded talents.

The vegetables and crops grow surprisingly well. When you walk into the farmland and look around, you can see a "forest" of vegetables and crops unfolding in front of you. The sunflowers are as tall as a small tree, and the sunflower trays are as big as umbrellas. The wheat grains are as big as red dates, and the persimmons are as big as pumpkins. If you hang the persimmons at the door of the store, some people may mistake them for lanterns. Here, there are all kinds of seasonal vegetables. How big is it? It turns out that it was grown under weightless conditions, and there were no violent storms, so the plants could grow fully with sufficient sunlight, so the fruit was surprisingly big.

"Children. Although there are no adults on the "Kids Planet", children still make the planet rich and developed. Of course, I hope that everyone will come to the "Kids Planet" to visit and gain your knowledge.

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2. Write a touching story composition of 300 words.

Touching story

The world is full of true feelings and warmth. I am no exception. Something happened near me that touched me very much.

It was a bus ride. I was in a hurry to get on my way, but the bus was so crowded that I finally found a standing position. Suddenly an old man came up. The old man had gray hair and could not walk steadily even with a cane. But everyone was indifferent. The driver was very unhappy and said loudly: "Who will give up your seat to grandpa?" No one responded. The driver said it loudly again, but still no one said it. There was a young man beside the old man, but he never gave up his seat to the old man, and he didn't even bother to listen to what the driver was saying. "I'll give in!" Everyone looked up, and it was an old woman. This old lady is almost as old as my grandfather, with white hair. But he did not hesitate to give up his seat to the old man. The old man waved his hand tremblingly: "You are so old, you better sit by yourself.

"Grandma Gallbladder didn't say anything, she stood up and stood aside. Everyone was silent. Many people shed tears. I was also moved. I saw the young man had lowered his head in shame.

Ah, how noble that old lady is! She needs to sit down more than that old lady, but she gives it to the old lady without hesitation.

3. A 300-word essay on a love story

Once, when I was leaving get out of class, it started to rain heavily. Although we brought an umbrella, the rain was really heavy. It was too big, and it was shared by two people, so it couldn't block the wind and rain at all! Just when I was hesitating, my mother took me and rushed into the vast rain curtain. In the rain, I thought I would become a "drowned rat" ", but I didn't expect that my pants were just a little wet. I looked at the umbrella and found that it was basically coming towards me. I pushed the umbrella towards my mother and said, "Mom, the umbrella is crooked. ." My mother said: "It's not crooked, it should be like this. Put it in the middle to make it crooked." I said: "But if it goes towards me, you will catch a cold!" Mom smiled. He said: "Hey, mom has the physique of an athlete. It doesn't matter. If you catch a cold and get sick, it will be more uncomfortable for you than for me to get sick." After hearing this, I felt so warm in my heart, and I felt a warm current flowing in my heart. Okay. When I got home easily, my mother's clothes were soaked, but my trouser legs were only a little wet. I felt very uncomfortable. In the evening, my mother caught a cold, and I felt very sorry for her. In my room, I burst into tears. It fell down and was discovered by my mother. She came over to comfort me: "Baby, mommy is in good health and she will be fine in a few days." After listening to my mother's words, I cried even more sadly and felt soft in my heart. Singing softly, "Only mother is good in the world. A mother's child is like a treasure. Throw yourself into mother's arms. Where can you find happiness... Students, let us become "angels of love" and wave these "wings of love" to let the world Be filled with the great power of "love"

4. Third grade composition: The story of the photo Requirements: 300~350 words, write the story behind each photo, and the protagonist is a 3-year-old

Story in Photos Composition Part 1: Story in Photos A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo, Full of emotion. It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection. My favorite photo was taken in the living room on the third floor of my new home on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001. It is clearly visible in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, my cousin, my grandparents and my five grandsons. In my hand, I was holding a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind. It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles, and aunts came to my house as guests. While chatting, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren. After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first. When we got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do. I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest among you three children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit next to your grandparents." Dad replied road. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, But she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you! "I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring! I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma. Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are no longer useful. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad shouted: "Look at me, everyone." Come here!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera.

There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever. After posting the photos, I took them, had them molded, and kept them in a photo album. A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love. It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders. Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious. Chapter 2: The story time in the photo is like running water, flowing quietly day and night. I have also grown from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to store tears in a notepad. Putting down the long-dusted photo album, my thoughts began to spin. I caressed each photo, and each photo told a story about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped on a photo with a yellowish edge, and I laughed happily. in this photo. There is a little girl wearing a dress and braids, crying to the sky, this is me; and there is a big boy who is eating a lollipop and smiling evilly, that is my brother. I remember it was one autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store. My brother also wanted to eat it, but I wouldn't give it to him, so he got into trouble with me. He lied to me and said that I could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother’s car basket, and whoever got it would belong to whom. I want it so much that I have to go and get it. At that time, I was very short and couldn't reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me while I moved the stool to dig through my mother's basket. I didn't find the lollipop in the basket of the car. I was about to ask my brother, but when I looked back, I saw that he was holding my lollipop and chewing it! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I sat on the ground and cried. I happened to be photographed by my aunt who had just bought a camera. Seven or eight years have passed since this happened, now think about it. I was really cute at that time. This is the story of what happened in my photos. Part Three: Stories in Photos Today, I took out my favorite photo again. Do you know what my favorite photo is? It’s the preschool group photo I took with my kindergartners, because I’m about to leave kindergarten and become a real primary school student. Every morning, our parents, grandparents, and grandparents take us to kindergarten, where we study, eat, and take naps together. When I think about leaving kindergarten and leaving my classmates soon, I feel both happy and reluctant to leave, because we have lived together for so long and don’t want to separate. Seeing the 46 familiar faces in the photo, I thought, 20 years later, some of us will go to college and some will join the workforce. I wonder where we will be in another 40 years? Ah, I know, we will definitely become full of white hair, like grandpa and grandma. I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me until I grow old. Chapter 4: Stories in Photos Twelve years and hundreds of photos, the photos have witnessed my growth. Open the photo album and look at it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at the photo and exclaim: "I'm actually so old!" Looking at this photo, I'm smiling all over my face, with my hands open and my arms crossed. What am I doing? By the way, that day, a guest came to my house, and I was excitedly introducing my own room! Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud. See that big bed? The set of furniture in the room was bought with my own savings. I remember my grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself. My mother was worried and said, "I'm afraid you don't have enough money. Otherwise, buy something cheaper!" "No, just buy it!" Later I decided to borrow money from my mother and bought furniture, but my mother always said no. Returned. As for me, I must pay it back, and I wrote down the IOU seriously and prepared to pay it in installments. For me who rarely do housework, I decided to be more diligent this time. If I do a housework, my mother will remove a little "arrears"... In the morning, I got up early and started preparing breakfast. Although I often made mistakes at the beginning: custard The bag was not steamed, and there was too much jam... Slowly, I became more comfortable preparing breakfast. In the evening, I went to the balcony: I collected the clothes, folded them, and put them in the closet... Just like that, a few months passed, Mom Feeling sorry, I said, "Forget it, don't do it, don't pay it back!" But I still insisted on my original decision and still happily did housework. When my mother told me that the "debt" had been paid off, I jumped for joy.

At that time, I really realized the joy of reaping after hard work... I remember that I was in the fifth grade when I bought furniture, and this photo was taken in the sixth grade. Now I am in the seventh grade. After so long, I still Be proud of it. However, now that I think about it, I borrowed a lot of money from my mother to buy furniture, and the labor fee was five yuan for each labor. I paid it off in such a short time. It must be my mother who is helping me. Therefore, I do more housework when I have time now. Although I want to help my mother, in my heart, this reason is also the main reason! Every time I see this photo, I run to the room, take a few glances, and then I can’t help but smile! A photo, a story, this is the story of me saving money to buy furniture; a photo, a harvest, this is an unforgettable harvest in my life!

5. Third grade composition: Story of Photos Requirements: 300~350 words, write the story behind each photo, and the protagonist is a 3-year-old

On my desk , posing with an ordinary photo. However, in my eyes, it is no longer a photo, but a beautiful scene.

It was a crisp autumn day. My friends and mother and I went to the zoo to play. After a while, we finished the visit. Before we knew it, we walked into a meadow.

This grassland is so green! It’s like a prairie. The "grassland" is also decorated with delicate flowers. Like colorful gems. Turn the "grassland" into a graceful green world. At this time, my friend said happily: "We don't see such a beautiful place very often, so hurry up and take pictures!" As she said that, she quickly pulled me to a place with green grass and beautiful flowers. I couldn't help but make a "ye" gesture with my hands. Mom hurriedly pressed the shutter. "Click"! This precious beauty was left behind.

To this day, I still have not forgotten or discarded it, because it is an indelible memory of my childhood, a beautiful memory.

6. Write a 300-word essay on the story of a photo

There are many photos in my cabinet, but I only like one photo.

This photo comes from this. During the summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang together. At 9:00 the next morning, we arrived at Huangguoshu in high spirits by car. We first visited Tianxing Bridge, and then came to the entrance of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumbling sound from the distance, like rolling thunder. As I got closer, I saw a lot of water mist hitting my face, which was very cool. Getting closer, a huge white curtain comes into view, which is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless water droplets splashing down. Under the sunlight, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls shining with dazzling light. As I looked at it, I suddenly remembered a poem written by the great poet Li Bai: "Flying down three thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky." Then we walked forward again, and after a while, we came to the left side of the waterfall again. I was surprised to find a dark hole here. Oh! It turns out that this is the Water Curtain Cave where Journey to the West was filmed. So we walked in. After walking for a while, I came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, with three recessed characters engraved on it - Shuiliandong. Later I decided to take a photo here. I saw my uncle's camera click, leaving a permanent souvenir for Shuiliandong and me.

I like this photo because when I see it, the vision of Huangguoshu Waterfall will appear clearly in my mind.

7. A fairy tale composition, about 300 words.

One day, all the students in a classroom went out to take physical education class. So all the erasers in the classroom came out for a meeting.

A pink eraser said: "Look how beautiful I am! When I was in the factory, the uncles and aunts in the factory were very kind to me. They all painted me with beautiful paint. Now the little master is very kind to me. He gives me a bath after every day to see how clean I am!" Another blue eraser said: "Look at how cool I am. When I was in the factory, the uncles and aunts in the factory were also nice to me! I'm very nice. They painted me with blue paint. Now the little master is very nice to me and gives me a bath after using it. ""You guys are so nice. I'm different. I used to be very beautiful too, but I'm very nice." I've been living a miserable life since my little master bought me. He pokes me in the eye with a pencil every day after using it. It hurts so much!" said a pink eraser.

Another blue eraser said: "Me too, I used to be cool, but after I served the little master, the little master poked my eyes in my body every day after using it, and it hurt me too."

"It's too abominable! I want to run away from home, let's go together!" Everyone agreed unanimously. Together they asked for pencils to write on the paper: Little Master, let’s go because we really can’t stand you poking your eyes into me! "When the little masters came back, they saw the note and shouted: Come back, Rubber, I can't bear to leave you. The Rubbers heard this and returned to the little master.

The Rubbers were favored by the little master again. , the rubbers lived a happy life again

8. Introduce a folk tale composition of 300 words

Introduce a folk tale composition:

Di Qing is from the Song Dynasty A general, he was born in a humble family and had tattoos on his face that he had tattooed when he was a soldier. At that time, Emperor Renzong said that he was already a general and could remove the marks on his face, but Di Qing refused, saying that he wanted to leave the marks on his face. It can inspire rustic spirit! Once, Di Qing led his army to conquer Nongzhigao. The troops passed by a large temple on the south road of Guilin. Someone told him that the Bodhisattva in this temple was said to be very efficacious.

< p> When Di Qing heard this, he immediately ordered the troops to stop advancing and go to the temple to pray in person. After Di Qing burned incense and prayed, he took out a hundred copper coins from his bag, held it in his hand, made a wish in front of the Bodhisattva, and said: " I threw the hundred coins on the ground. If all of them were heads, it would prove that this expedition would be a complete victory. "In the past, copper coins usually had prayer characters on the front and patterns on the back. Now when a hundred copper coins are thrown out, it is almost impossible to turn them all heads up. But Di Qing decided to do divination. Isn't this too risky? If you can't do it, won't it shake the morale of the army? The people around Di Qing were anxious and stepped forward to dissuade him, but Di Qing didn't listen.

In full view, Di Qing held his breath and said, Youran threw out all the copper coins in his hand. His soldiers went over to take a closer look. Hey! All the 100 copper coins were facing up. In an instant, the crowd inside and outside the temple cheered in unison, showing military might. Di Qing was also overjoyed and immediately ordered his men to fetch a hundred iron nails and nail the coins to the ground according to their original shape. , no one was allowed to touch it, and then he prayed in front of the Bodhisattva: "On the day of the army's victory, come back to thank God and collect the money. "Having said that, Di Qing got on his horse and marched forward, high-spirited, and set off with his troops. As expected, he was invincible and good news came frequently. The army returned triumphantly and passed by this temple again. At this time, Di Qing summoned the generals and ministers around him. , let them come to see this magical copper coin. This summer, everyone suddenly realized that these one hundred coins were specially made with words on both sides. This made everyone admire Di Qing's resourcefulness even more.

9. A 300-word essay on a love story

The most selfless, greatest, and noblest love in the world is maternal love in my study and life. , my mother gave me meticulous care, and I grew up healthily and happily in my mother's care.

Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother always stays with me. I remember one time. , I fell ill because of eating unclean things. I had a fever and diarrhea all night long. My mother was very anxious. She took my temperature and took medicine for me. The next morning, what I saw when I opened my eyes was that her eyes were bloodshot and she looked tired. I knew that she had not closed her eyes all night, but she was still smiling.

Said to me: "Is it better? "Listening to my mother's words, I feel sour in my heart.

My mother is also my "hardcore" supporter. Whenever I get good grades, my mother always raises her head high in the distance. Thumbs up, bless me; whenever I fail, my mother always encourages me to keep working hard. The most profound thing I remember is when we participated in the provincial guzheng competition in 2007. My three good friends all had better grades than me. When I learned the results of the competition, I felt extremely uncomfortable and couldn't help but shed tears.

My mother gently wiped away my tears, pulled me aside, and whispered to me: "The result of the competition is not important. What is important is that we had the courage to participate this time and saw the advantages of other students. < /p>

We also found our own shortcomings. We still need to continue to work hard after returning home and compare with them next time, okay? ”

Mother’s love is countless, mother’s love It exists everywhere and exists at all times. Mother's love is like a sea of ??flowers, and I seem to be a little bee in it, flying freely in this sea of ??flowers, collecting all kinds of pollen to my heart's content. I also want to be like a little bee, dedicating countless sweetness to my mother and countless smiles to my mother.