260-word short story and truth composition

(1) the true composition of his own story.

1: a bag of potatoes

A kindergarten teacher plays games with the children in her class. She told the children to bring a plastic bag with potatoes from home. Every potato has the name of the person he hates most written on it, so the more people he hates, the more potatoes he has in his pocket.

The next day, every child brought some potatoes. Some are two, some are three, and the most is five. Then the teacher said, "You take this bag of potatoes with you everywhere, even if you go to the toilet."

As the days passed, children began to complain that moldy potatoes gave off an unpleasant smell. Besides, those children who have five potatoes don't want to carry heavy bags with them. A week later, the game was over and the children were finally liberated.

The teacher asked them, "How do you feel with potatoes this week?" The children said in dismay that it was inconvenient to move with potato bags, and moldy potatoes smelled bad.

At this time, the teacher told them the meaning of the game. She said, "It's like hating someone you hate in your heart. The poison gas of jealousy will erode your mind, so take it with you wherever you go. If you can't stand the smell of rotten potatoes for a week, how can you let the poisonous gas of jealousy take over your life? "

So don't carry the burden of hatred all your life. It is better to forgive others' mistakes.

2. Excellent

Once upon a time, there was a boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to nail one on the fence of the yard every time he lost his temper or quarreled with others. On the first day, the boy nailed 37 nails. In the next few days, he learned to control himself, which is actually much easier than nailing. Finally, one day, he didn't nail any nails, and he happily told his father about it.

Dad said, "From now on, as long as you don't lose your temper, pull out a nail on this day." Day by day passed, and finally, all the nails were pulled out. Dad took him to the edge of the fence and said to him, "son, you did a good job, but look at the nail holes in the fence." These movements will never recover. " It's like when you quarrel with someone and say something ugly, you leave a wound in his heart, just like this nail hole. Insert a knife into a person's body, and then * * *, the wound will be difficult to heal. No matter how you apologize, the wound is always there. You know, physical trauma is as difficult to recover as mental trauma. Your friends are your precious property. They make you laugh and make you brave. They always listen to your sadness. When you need them, they will support you and open up to you. "

My homework was finished early on Sunday night, and my father told me a story: "When my father was young, he lived in a remote mountain village, and there was a dry well in my grandfather's yard. Although it is a well without water, the layout of this well has not changed when there is water. One day, a fox ran into the yard looking for food. When he reached the well, he accidentally saw the big cat on the other side. Because he was too hungry and couldn't find other food, he had to turn his eyes to the big cat. The big cat glanced at the fox, but showed no alarm. When the fox was desperate to pounce on the big cat, Jing fell into the dry well. This scene was discovered by grandpa who was working at home. Grandpa caught the fox without blowing off dust. That year's Spring Festival, grandpa put on a fox hat ... "

At this point in the story, I don't know if the cunning fox thought of another question and hated the big cat, because grandpa caught the big cat. Does it hate itself more? If he doesn't chase the big cat, it will be safe and sound.

Now people don't kill people for their own interests and break the law, but in the end they have no good end. Just like this fox, he lost his freedom and even his life for a cat. People sometimes lose their freedom because they are greedy for money. Although these two things have different forms of expression, their greed is the same and their punishment is the same.

If you can turn a stumbling block into a stepping stone, you are the strong one in life. That's what setbacks are like. If you beat them sometimes and keep challenging them, they will always give in. The road of life is inevitably bumpy and muddy. We should leave our footprints with this indomitable spirit, overcome setbacks and get out of adversity. You know, muddy roads leave footprints.

There is a story about a soldier crossing a big desert to the other side. He walked with food for seven days and seven nights, leaving only the last day's food. He thought he couldn't go out under any circumstances, so he simply ate the last day's food to avoid being too tired. So he sat there and ate the last day's food. Later, his colleagues passed by and found his body, and found that he only needed to walk for another day to reach his destination, because it was only dozens of miles from him to the oasis.

We will encounter many setbacks in life, and we can overcome them most of the time. If you give up once, you will be devastated. If you fall, it will be difficult to get up again. Before the tragedy, let's reflect on this soldier. Why not stick to it for one more day? What deprived him of hope? Because he pinned her hope of survival on the external object-food, and once the food was finished, his hope was extinguished. If he always believes in himself, he can persist in spiritual belief until the last moment.

I suddenly thought of my neighbor, Sister Shia. In black June, she failed in the middle school entrance examination.

Shia is actually very smart. In primary school, she was a monitor for four years in a row. In junior high school, when others frown and think hard, she can always finish her homework twice as fast as others, and then play freely outside the classroom, but her grades are never worse than others. However, her excellent grades cannot be exchanged for praise from teachers and parents.

(2) Short story composition of 700 ~ 800 words.

1 In the forest, the grass is growing happily. On this day, an elephant suddenly came here. It tramples on the grass unscrupulously, some grass is broken and some leaves are rotten. They all cried bitterly. The elephant said, "Haha, in my eyes, you are like a grain of sand." When Sun Popo heard this, he said, Son, let me help you heal. She sprinkled light on the grass and the grass wound dried up. Aunt Moon also came to help, and came out to chat with the grass at night to alleviate their pain. Grandma Sun also sprinkled the stream in the stream into steam, then turned the steam into water droplets in the morning and evening, and sprinkled it on the grass in the morning. The grass shone beautifully and smiled again. Grass, water drops and streams. Grass lives by the stream. The grass always complains to the stream: if it can become something else, it will be moved to other places all day, even for a minute. Xiaoxi comforted and said, no, don't rabbits come often? Then it won't be boring. But grass has been complaining. The goddess heard the grass's complaint, satisfied its request and turned it into a water drop on other grass. The poor grass still lives by the stream, and soon it will disappear ... 3 The stream is rushing, and a drop of water splashes out and falls into the arms of a grass. From then on, Shuizhu began her land journey under the guidance of the grass. Sooner or later, the grass fell in love with water drops. Sunshine is the foundation of all things. Grass proudly told Shuizhu everything about sunshine, and Shuizhu's pure and transparent heart was full of yearning for sunshine. Gradually, she fell in love with the sunshine. Finally, regardless of the opposition of the grass, the water drops resolutely threw themselves into the embrace of the sun. Finally, under the enthusiasm of the sun, it vanished. At the last moment, Shuizhu finally understood that grass is her happiness ... Q: I want to write a composition, not a paragraph. Answer: Brother Sha.

In the forest, there are three small grains of sand. They were blown away by the wind. They had a quiet rest all night. They were very surprised when they got up in the morning. How did they get here?

Sandy's brother said, "If you come, you won't worry about eating, and you won't grab food from everyone. What do you think?" Brothers ",

"But, brother, have you forgotten? Our wish is to become pearls, otherwise, we will go back together. " ,

"I don't care, I have to walk so much," said my delicate sister.

Yes, brother, you can live a happy life without becoming a pearl.

"That. . . If you don't go, I will go! "

Little Shage left his family and continued on his way.

Brother Sha walked and saw small drops of water.

"Brother Sandy, brother Sandy," said the little water drop. Where are you going? Why don't you stay at home? " ,

"I'm going to find shells, I want to become pearls. Goodbye. " .

He walked day after day, only less than a third. At this time, it was already the fifth night. The moon saw him and said to him, "Brother Sandy. Brother Sandy, why don't you go home? I think your brother and sister are very happy. "

"no! I don't want to be idle all my life like them. I want to do the greatest thing in our Shajia family. " ,

"You are great. Come on, there's a bed over there. Go to sleep. " .

The next morning, he found himself in the intestines of an elephant. "Brother elephant, let me out. I want to find shells. I want to become a pearl. " "No, I want to eat you. I want to get potassium and iron. " Sandy's brother searched and searched, and finally found a way. As soon as he went out, this was the stream. There was the shell he was looking for, and he went in.

Year after year, the shell cracked and he became a beautiful pearl. When he was taken away, the sand by the river asked him how he became like this.

He said: "I am also a small grain of sand, but I am not afraid of the bitterness of finding a shell or being squeezed in a shell." I persisted, and I persisted for my dream. " .

(3) The truth of short stories (narrative, no fables, good composition, about 500 words)

Hegel is a great German philosopher. He is knowledgeable and a very modest man.

For Hegel, humility has become a habit. At a friend's party, a friend asked him, "How did you form the habit of modesty?"

He told a story: one morning, his father invited him to take a walk in the Woods, and he agreed. My father stopped at a corner and asked Hegel, "Son, what other sounds can you hear besides birdsong?"

He listened for a while and then replied, "I heard the sound of a carriage." Father said, "Yes, it's an empty carriage."

Hegel asked his father in surprise, "We didn't see it. How do you know it's an empty car? "

The father replied, "You can tell from the sound whether the car is empty, because the more empty the car, the louder the noise."

From then on, Hegel took his father's words to heart. Whenever there are signs of interrupting others, whenever there are signs of self-righteousness and belittling others, he will think of his father's reminder: "The more empty the carriage, the louder the noise."

④ 500-word short stories and truth compositions.

This summer vacation, I read a short story, in which an article called "Don't give up halfway" attracted me.

The story goes like this: a clothes ironing worker only has 60 yuan a week, and his wife works at night shift. They only earn enough money to support their families. The worker wants to be a writer, so he keeps writing and sends manuscripts to publishers. At first all his works were rejected, and slowly he began to give up hope. But his wife told him, "you shouldn't give up halfway, especially when you are about to succeed." Later, he wrote a novel and sent it to Thomson. He thought he would fail again, but this time the publishing company paid him 2500 dollars in advance, and the classic novel Carrie was born.

I also had such a little thing: once, my family traveled to Mount Tai. At first I was full of confidence, climbing and climbing. Halfway up the mountain, I felt my feet hurt, and I really didn't want to climb again, but my mother encouraged me to say, "A lot, we can't give up halfway." We are halfway up the mountain and will arrive soon. " Because I really want to see the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain, I will continue to climb until I reach the top. Wow, it's beautiful!

This story tells me that no one can succeed casually, and all successful people come step by step, no matter how bumpy the road is. I've also learned that you can't give up halfway, especially when you are about to succeed.

⑤ What classic stories can be written in the composition? About 260 words.

When I was growing up, there were many happy things. But what I remember most is going to Kanas Lake.

20 10 summer vacation, go to my sister's house in Urumqi to play. My aunt asked my sister and I to travel to Kanas Lake. I was so excited that I didn't sleep a wink all night when I heard that I was going to visit Kanas Lake. The next morning, we went to Kanas Lake by bus. The car traveled northward on a vast land and arrived in Burqin County at 7 pm. After a night's rest in Burqin County, we rode to Kanas Lake at 5 am the next day. At about 4 pm, we finally arrived at Kanas Lake, a tourist attraction.

The scenery of Kanas Lake is really beautiful! There are rows of straight cedars and spruces on the mountains on both sides of the lake, which are lush; The water in the lake is green and very clear. It's really a beautiful tourist attraction with green mountains and green waters! It is said that there are water monsters in the lake, which adds a mysterious color to Kanas Lake.

⑥ short story and great truth composition. 300 words

Small story and great truth

A kindergarten teacher plays games with the children in her class. She told the children to bring a plastic bag with potatoes from home. Every potato has the name of the person he hates most written on it, so the more people he hates, the more potatoes he has in his pocket. The next day, every child brought some potatoes. Some are two, some are three, and the most is five. Then the teacher said, "You take this bag of potatoes with you everywhere, even if you go to the toilet."

As the days passed, children began to complain that moldy potatoes gave off an unpleasant smell. Besides, those children who have five potatoes don't want to carry heavy bags with them. A week later, the game was over and the children were finally liberated.

The teacher asked them, "How do you feel with potatoes this week?" The children said in dismay that it was inconvenient to move with potato bags, and moldy potatoes smelled bad.

At this time, the teacher told them the meaning of the game. She said, "It's like hating someone you hate in your heart. The poison gas of jealousy will erode your mind, so take it with you wherever you go. If you can't stand the smell of rotten potatoes for a week, how can you let the poisonous gas of jealousy take over your life? "

So don't carry the burden of hatred all your life. It is better to forgive others' mistakes.

All landowners short story truth (700 words) composition

Read such a story:

On the quiet African prairie, the sun sets. At this moment, a lion is meditating. When the sun rises tomorrow, I will run to catch up with the fastest antelope. At this time, an antelope is also meditating. Tomorrow when the sun rises, I will run to avoid the fastest lion.

It is said that the lion found an antelope, but it didn't catch up after a long time. Other animals laughed at the lion. The lion said, "The famous run is only for a dinner, and the antelope runs for a life. Of course it runs fast. ;

Yes, whether you are a lion or an antelope, when the sun rises, all you have to do is run, although some are for dinner and some are for life. Because there is nothing wrong with the purpose, mistakes and sins always lie in the means. Just as a hunter only aims and doesn't shoot, a soldier only shouts and doesn't charge.

Maybe you ran all your life and never reached the other side; Maybe you have run all your life and never reached the top, but it is not necessarily a warrior who reaches the finish line, and it is not necessarily a hero who dares to fail. Don't care too much about the result of running. Run away and have a clear conscience. Running is a successful life.

The road of life is not demanding. As long as you run, the road will extend under your feet, and people's lives will be truly innovative and their wisdom will be fully exerted.

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In life, those so-called winners always exaggerate in good faith, as if they were born to prove that they are an extraordinary person, while those mortals who used to be like you and me are trying to prove themselves over and over again.

I'm not a mortal farce. After repeated failures, mortals finally found themselves just mortals. It is because of this discovery that the gains and losses of everything seem insignificant. Once,

Missed encounters, superior conditions that have passed away again and again, failures again and again ... mortals ask themselves: "Is this mortal sorrow?" Ordinary people are ordinary people, and ordinary people only have ordinary people's hearts, so ordinary people say to themselves, "Why are you depressed?"

What about mourning? * * * Why is it depressing to look at other people's roles? There must be a role for me in this world. "

Mortals gradually find that even mortals have their own success, a kind compliment,

A affectionate touch, an expensive harvest ... all mean the success of ordinary people. The word "success" doesn't mean being famous in the world like Einstein and benefiting mankind like Edison ... ordinary people will know everything in the end.

Your success doesn't have to be vigorous, and you don't have to get ahead. As long as you have a good grasp of yourself, live a good life and don't waste your time in troubles, you will find yourself an extraordinary one in the vast sea of people. ...

How far can people run? This is not a question of feet, but a question of ambition; How fast can a person run? It's not the foot, but the quality.