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A story that I will never forget
1. An impressive thing of 400 words (happened between me and a teacher)
From the first grade to the present, among all the teachers I have gotten along with, the most There was an incident between the teacher and Mr. Zhuang that I will never forget.
I remember one time, because I finished my homework too late at night, my mother got angry and tore my Chinese dictation paper into eight halves. I thought to myself: What should I do? I will definitely be scolded by the teacher tomorrow.
The next day, I came to school anxiously and handed my homework to the team leader. However, there was still one silent writing paper left to hand in. I was hesitant: should I hand it in or not? I would definitely do it if I handed it in. If you are criticized by the teacher, you will still be criticized if you don’t pay. So I mustered up the courage and walked step by step to the door of the teacher's office. At this time, my heart was beating like a little rabbit in my arms. I walked into the office gently and saw that Teacher Zhuang was still correcting seriously. As for my homework, I walked up to her quietly and said to her sadly: "Teacher Zhuang, I did my homework too late yesterday, so my dictation paper was torn up by my mother." After hearing my words, I raised my head and said to me seriously. Said: This time I will give you a silent writing paper. You must correct this mistake next time, you know? "Well, I will definitely correct it." After saying that, I took the silent writing paper from Teacher Zhuang's hand and walked out slowly. Went to Teacher Zhuang’s office.
Teacher Zhuang, although you no longer teach us, your teachings are still unforgettable to me
2. Who can help me find some unforgettable things? A 500-word essay , school is about to start in two weeks, and the head teacher asked you to copy sixteen essays, please
An unforgettable thing
When I was a child, I had a deep understanding of the four seasons. The concept is rather vague. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool, and winter is cold. As the years go by, people gradually grow up, and slowly I fall in love with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring; I fall in love with playing in the pool and the taste of ice cream in summer; I fall in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights, and watching movies in winter Snow scenes...only autumn makes me feel boring. Especially in the autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves turning yellow and falling one by one all day long. Apart from boredom, there is at most a hint of sadness.
Ever since I learned English, I have named the four seasons of the year. Spring is called "warm", summer is called "hot", autumn is called "cool" and winter is called "cold". Maybe it’s because the name of autumn is cooler, I have a little fondness for it.
When I was in high school, my Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. I wasn't completely convinced at the time and was always a bit skeptical. But since then, I have begun to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thinly and densely. The wind mixed with the rain, and the rain followed the wind and drifted. The rain gently washed everything on the earth, making the ground shiny and full of raindrops seeping out from the leaves. By dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again, sending her afterglow to the earth. Under the reflection of the soft sunlight, the yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color, just like the beautiful cheeks of a shy girl.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a "rustle" sound, which is very pleasant. When the wind is strong, the yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of the tree and dance with the wind, as if they are beautiful. yellow butterflies, singing and dancing to the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, there happened to be three or two people walking through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful scene? But it was so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. Before I had time to appreciate it carefully, it disappeared.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and even more pity the strong autumn leaves. It struggles so hard to get rid of the constraints of the big tree, but doesn't it know that the fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots? Is it worth burying yourself under the deep roots forever for such a short-term freedom? But I also thought, maybe this is the spirit of Qiuye. Their real purpose of breaking free from the shackles of the big tree may not be to be free in that moment. They are to inject themselves into the roots of the tree for the last time, so that the big tree can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter.
In the spring of the coming year, new, stronger and new leaves will grow on the branches. Aren’t those new leaves exactly what they were back then? Thinking of this, I feel proud of autumn leaves again. I didn't expect them to have the idea of ??"sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by the mysterious nature.
The spring wind makes people sleepy; the summer wind makes people feel hot and uncomfortable; the winter wind makes people feel bitingly cold. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed. It is neither hot nor cold, and can make people sober up. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has the effect of refreshing the mind. Coupled with the cool autumn rain, this is the perfect introduction to medicine, and a pair of precious "natural medicinal herbs" may be formed.
Qiu Feng and Qiu Yu may be the most perfect pair in the world. The autumn wind blows the autumn rain, and the autumn rain accompanies the autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect a crystal luster and reflect the elegance of autumn. Maybe they can cut out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help but sigh: the autumn wind blows and the autumn rain flies; the autumn wind is refreshing and the autumn rain is cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves. None of them alone can show their beauty. What they express is an overall beauty, a harmonious beauty. Without wind, the rain will not fly and the leaves will not dance; without rain, the wind will not be moist and the leaves will not be shy; without leaves, the wind will appear monotonous and the rain will appear dull. Only when they are combined skillfully can they form a beautiful painting and an exquisite poem - autumn.
Nature has given us the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring, the prosperity of summer, the beautiful snow scenery in winter, and of course it will not forget to give us autumn. Thus, she bestowed autumn with mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.
I also understood a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I am afraid you have to suffer extraordinary hardships.
Autumn makes me appreciate its beauty, and also makes me realize some truths.
Autumn is really fruitful.
Where to go this summer.
3. The beginning and end of the essay on interesting things about summer vacation
Writing ideas: Start with the writing purpose and central theme of the article to make the central idea of ??the article clear and profound. The main text:
Beginning: Summer vacation life is like a kaleidoscope, full of splendor. What I did during the summer vacation has become a memory in a net. That net catches everything in life. One of the things I found particularly interesting was my trip to the Little Three Gorges with my parents.
We took a few hours’ drive to Wanzhou Pier, boarded a ship, and sailed down the Yangtze River to Wushan County Pier, and then boarded a cruise ship called Liuye Zhou locally. The Little Three Gorges.
Ending: Trees are all over the mountains and fields, with almost no tree trunks to be found, only a patch of vibrant green, and the water reflects the green and becomes greener. The most interesting ones were the monkeys. They appeared and disappeared at an alarming speed. Finally, we found a resting monkey. When everyone raised their cameras to take pictures, it slipped into the bushes. And the hanging coffin on the cliff makes the Three Gorges even more mysterious.
4. An essay on my most unforgettable thing, 500 words
I remember it was a sunny day. Dad and Mom took us to climb the highest peak in our hometown - Naogong Mountain. We set off. At first, the car was running very fast on the wide road. Later, the road turned into a small winding road. After a bumpy journey, we finally reached the foot of Naogong Mountain, thinking that we were going to conquer this peak. , I was very excited.
We started climbing. At first, I was so energetic that I seemed to have endless strength. I jumped up and down. After a while, my father fell far behind. But gradually, my father Caught up with me and passed me. I had no choice but to chase my father desperately. By the time I got halfway up the mountain, I was sweating profusely, panting, and my legs were shaking.
I looked up at the top of the mountain and thought: "It's too high, can I climb up?" I began to doubt my ability, so I said to myself: "Give up!" At this time, my father looked back and looked discouraged. He seemed to see my desire to escape. He said to me sincerely: "Mountain climbing is not an easy task. It requires tenacious perseverance and determination. Being a human being is just like mountain climbing. Once you have chosen a goal, you should be down-to-earth and complete it wholeheartedly. Victory will not happen. It belongs to those who give up halfway, but it will always belong to those with a strong will." These few words conveyed a profound truth that I can never forget. So, with my father's encouragement, I forgot about fatigue and climbed to the top of the mountain with strength. Looking ahead: rolling mountains, flowing water and mountain streams, all the beautiful scenery are in sight, and I feel an indescribable joy in my heart. After admiring this picturesque scenery, I truly understood the meaning of my father’s words.
Since then, no matter what I do or what difficulties I encounter, I can use my father’s words to motivate myself and work hard towards my chosen goal
5. 1 A 350-word essay on an unforgettable incident
Whenever I see a traffic accident, I feel very scared, which reminds me of the story that happened to me. Last summer, I went to a cram school. After school, my mother took me home on a tram and passed an intersection with a flashing yellow light. At that time, my mother just wanted to cross the road quickly, and a gray car on the opposite side also wanted to drive over quickly. As a result, with a "bang", I was hit by the car on the road next to me and broke my knee. And the mother's legs were pinned under the car. The uncle who hit us pushed the car backwards, and we all pulled out together to pull out my mother's legs. I walked over and saw the red blood streaks on my mother's legs, and I was so scared that I burst into tears.
After a while, my father arrived and he and his uncle went to the traffic brigade to deal with the accident. My uncle's daughter accompanied us to the hospital for examination. The doctor said: "It's just a skin injury, nothing serious." However, my mother still limped when walking and it was very painful. Later, in order to avoid infection, we went to get injections and get medicine. Within a few days, my mother's legs were swollen like steamed buns. She could not get out of bed to walk or work. She could only lie quietly on the bed and nurse her legs. She had to be sprayed every day. It took more than three months to fully recover.
Through this traffic accident, I deeply felt that you must pay attention to safety when riding a bicycle or driving a car. "I would rather wait for three minutes than rush for a second." Let us cherish life!
6. Childhood is happy, childhood is interesting, childhood is... In the childhood I remember, I experienced many interesting and silly things, one of which made me difficult
Fun Stories from Childhood
Everyone has an unforgettable childhood. Those interesting past events are as dazzling as the stars in the sky, often exuding charming brilliance. These interesting past events often come to my mind and I still cannot forget them.
Childhood is childish and ridiculous. I remember that time, my mother was not at home because of something, and it was almost meal time, but I couldn’t cook. I thought to myself: If I finish washing the dishes, wouldn’t it be faster for my mother to cook? So I had an idea and came up with a clever idea: Doesn’t my mother usually use the washing machine to wash clothes? Why can't I use the washing machine to wash vegetables? It's definitely fast and effortless. So I poured the pot of vegetables my mother was preparing to cook into the washing machine. However, I am still not very good at using it, but I still understand the scale, so I simply adjusted all the buttons on the washing machine to the maximum. When the washing machine started, I felt ecstatic in my heart: "It started so easily. What a piece of cake." Disc!" Then I laughed again. After a while, the washing machine stopped, "Hey, what's going on? Why are the vegetables all broken?" I was a little anxious, so I immediately called my mother: "Mom, I used the washing machine to wash the vegetables, why were the vegetables all broken?" Oops! My dear, the washing machine can only wash clothes, and of course the dishes will be broken." My mother said to me seriously.
Childhood is childish and selfish.
I remember one day, there were guests at my house. My mother had cut the watermelon and was ready to receive the guests. I went to the kitchen and saw, "Wow, there are so many watermelons!" ", I secretly bit the tip of the watermelon into a "crescent" shape. I thought to myself: "I have bitten the tip, who will eat it now?" My mother went to the kitchen and looked at it, smiled and said to me: "You will die if you eat watermelon tips." I was surprised and hurriedly said to my mother: "No way, will I die if I eat watermelon tips?" My mother hugged me and said, "You are all caused by gluttony. Woe!" I laughed strangely.
Ah, childhood is unforgettable, childhood is happy... Everything about childhood is deeply engraved in my mind, accompanying my childish innocence and accompanying me to thrive.
Teacher’s comment: This exercise is lively and interesting. It depicts the author’s innocent and childish childhood through two things. The full text is cleverly conceived, rigorously structured, rich in imagination, humorous in language, and flexible in thinking. The innocent childlike heart of a child beats between the lines, reflecting the child's humorous and humorous childishness. After reading, one can feel the author's yearning and love for the beauty of childhood. Nostalgic. The entire exercise echoes from beginning to end, with the center highlighted at the end.
I wrote this, I hope it will be helpful to you, with comments from teachers
7. Composition "One Thing That Touched Me"
Touching Things
In the long history of my memory, there are many things that I have forgotten. However, there is one thing that is deeply imprinted on my mind
. Whenever I think of Rong, I can't help but shed tears.
I remember that incident happened
One day during the summer vacation
, my mother took me to pay the electricity bill. At this time, a
blind
grandma
also came there at the same time, walking towards the counter step by step with a cane. She tremblingly took out a small cloth bag from
her body
, slowly opened it, gently handed it to the staff, and said: "I want to install a light bulb at the door of my house." Street lights." "Install street lights? But you..." The staff knew that this was a blind man. "As a blind person, I don't need to install any street lights at all. However, when I sit in the house, I often hear the sound of people falling down at night outside.
At that time,
,
my heart
... my heart ached, so I wanted to install a street light in front of my house. ." The staff was stunned. "Comrade, this is all my savings, have you seen enough?" Everyone around seemed to be moved by this old lady's behavior, and the air seemed to freeze... Waiting for the staff
Come back to your senses
When we arrived, the blind old lady had already left on crutches. Watching the blind old woman's
figure
gradually disappearing,
my eyes
were filled with tears
Tears
.
Although this blind old lady cannot see the natural
light
, she is full of
sunshine
. She turned this sunshine into a street lamp, lighting up my
soul
, so that passers-by would no longer be in the dark, and the world would always be bright. This is so touching and warm. !
Let us be like the blind old lady, using our careful care to light up every
heart lamp around us
!
8. A 600-word essay on one thing that makes me unforgettable, about campus stories, in chronological order
One thing that makes me unforgettable
In my life On the road of life, I have experienced countless things. These things are like the vast starry sky, and the stars are like trivial things. Picking out a star that is not bright, but it makes me remember it fresh and unforgettable for the rest of my life.
It was a Saturday morning, and my mother asked me to buy two bottles of vinegar. She gave me ten yuan and said she would buy me ice cream with the rest. I agreed without hesitation and walked happily on the road, thinking about what I would buy with the remaining money. At this time, I got carried away and tripped on a big rock. My blood was flowing and I couldn't bear the pain. At this time, a young man appeared behind me. I was so scared, wondering what he was going to do. He said: "Little girl, why are you walking so carelessly? Let me carry you home." At this time, I thought, you and I met by chance, why should I trust you? So he endured all kinds of pain and stood up. He seemed to read my mind and said: "Don't be afraid, I am not a bad person." I thought, the words "I am a bad person" are plastered on the foreheads of bad people! Besides, that’s what bad guys usually say. But he didn't let me say anything. He just picked me up and said, "My knees are bleeding, and you're still trying to show off!" I thought so. I might as well watch what he was doing and tell him my home address. After a while, he dropped me off at the door of my house. At this time, I felt like I had broken the five-flavor bottle - it really didn't taste good. I just wanted to say thank you to this uncle. But he said: "It is helpful to help others without asking for anything in return, let alone such a trivial thing!" After that, he left. Looking at his back, tears welled up in my eyes. Thinking back on what I had just experienced, I felt extremely ashamed.
Yes, there is true love everywhere in the world, and true love always warms people's hearts. Maybe, a trivial thing can set off emotional waves in you, but this experience will be unforgettable for me for the rest of my life.
9. An unforgettable thing in 200 words: I heard such a story
This is a thing that happened to me, every time I was on the bus When I see someone giving up my seat on the Internet, I will recall that incident. This incident not only made me feel very ashamed of myself, but also made me feel a sense of admiration for a stranger.
It was a Sunday morning a year ago. I took the bus to my father's work after finishing my study class. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without even looking. Go down. Then I looked into the carriage and saw that there were quite a lot of people in the carriage. The whole carriage was like a sardine can, packed shoulder to shoulder and crowded.
I was sitting leisurely and looking out the window. While enjoying the beautiful scenery, an old woman got on the bus. "As she walked towards my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops to get to my father's workplace. How tiring it would be to be squeezed in the crowd after giving up my seat. Should I give up? ?Just when I was hesitating, a young man stood up and said to the old lady: "Grandma, please take my seat." Then, he helped the old lady sit down carefully, while he kept leaning on the seat and supporting it with one hand. , holding the armrest tightly, resisting the crowded place with all my strength. Seeing that the old lady had a seat, I didn’t think about anything else and continued to enjoy the scenery.
The car passed several more stops, but the only way was through the front door. There were no people coming up, but no one was walking out from the back door, and the carriage became even more crowded. I saw that the young man was so crowded that his face was covered with sweat, and his back gradually bent up, and he was standing with great difficulty. Finally, we reached the terminal. There were a lot of people getting off the car, and the young man and I were about to get off the car too. Everyone was pushing and shoving toward the car door. Suddenly, someone bumped the young man’s leg, and the young man screamed “Ouch” and bit him. I gritted my teeth and had a painful expression on my face, and I covered my legs and got out of the bus. I felt very strange: can it hurt so much after a collision? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the bus. On the roadside, I rolled up my trouser legs and checked the wound. Ah! It turned out that it was an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He was injured!
10. Parents are our lifelong teachers. There are countless stories about my relationship with my parents, and the two things I chose are the most unforgettable. They are no less than 400 words.
Although my mother’s hands are so rough, they are integrated into them. I love my mother’s hope, care and love for me.
I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew heavy rain on my mother and I. It was coming. My mother struggled to ride the motorcycle, and I was chatting with my teeth, which were already frozen, sitting in the back.
At this time, my mother got out of the car and said to me kindly: "Huihui, be patient, we are almost home." After saying that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on for me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing through me. The whole body was warmed and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, and the tears poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand split a few days ago, although you smiled and told me it was okay. But I know how can your hands not hurt? It's just that you don't want me to worry. When I got home, my mother rubbed her hands vigorously. I looked at your hands and saw that they were blue and purple from the cold. I suddenly threw myself into your arms and cried. You touched me with her almost frozen hands and said, "My child, don't cry. Be strong. You must study hard and don't let me down." Hope!”
I don’t know how many times my mother used her hands to cover me with quilts; I don’t know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother’s hands... p>
I love my mother’s warm and strong hands.
"Only mother is good in the world." This lyric has been sung for decades. It accompanies each lovely child to grow up healthy and strong. It reflects a mother's love for her children. In fact, not only mothers, but also fathers are like this. Each of us loves our parents, especially when the situation is critical, it can better reflect the love of your parents for you. I also have parents like this, and the love they give me is boundless.
I remember one time, I caught a cold due to the unpredictable weather. I had a high fever all the time. My body temperature was as high as about 41 degrees. Taking antipyretics did not help. My body temperature never came down. My parents were anxious and helpless. They wanted to take me to the hospital for medical treatment, but I had to go to class and they were afraid of delaying my study. So, my father hurriedly went to each class teacher to call to ask for leave for me. I wanted to take me to the hospital, but I thought the hospital was very crowded and I had to wait in line for a long time before I could wear a saline belt. What should I do? So, my father took me to a private outpatient clinic. There were a lot of people in this outpatient clinic. Finally it was my turn. I wanted to take an injection in my vagina to reduce the fever. It hurt. My father encouraged me: "You need to do it." Learn to be strong.” After hearing this, it really didn’t hurt that much anymore. When I was getting salt water, my father couldn't stay with me all the time. He had to go to work. My mother kept sitting next to me, giving me water for a while, and fanning me for a while. When I was hungry alone, she would buy me something to eat. When my hands hurt, she would tell me jokes. Her jokes made me forget the pain. Thanks to the careful care of my parents, my illness will soon be cured.
In fact, parents' love is sometimes not necessarily reflected in gentleness, but in severity. That's how my parents were.
Once, my parents and I went to a shopping mall. I remember it was a holiday and there were many people in the store and it was packed. My mother and I were holding hands, but my attention was attracted by a small toy there. I couldn't help but let go of my mother's hand and walked to the place where the toys were sold. When I finished playing with the toys, I took my mother's hand. Only then did I realize that I was surrounded by strangers. I was so scared that I cried. Not only after a while, I suddenly saw my parents, but it was not what I imagined. Instead of comforting me softly, they cursed me: "Why didn't you lose it earlier?" When I heard this, Crying harder than before.
Parents love us so much, and we must appreciate them. Sometimes, we don’t feel our parents’ love for us. In fact, their love is unspoken.
The book says that the greatest people in the world are parents, and parents’ love for their children is the most selfless, deepest, and broadest. Parents' love is meticulous and omnipresent.
There are many photo albums on my bookshelf. They are all the albums my father and mother took me to shoot on my birthday. My parents said that if they buy me fun toys, beautiful new clothes, and delicious food. After playing with, wearing, and eating them, I no longer have them. They are more willing to give me gifts worth remembering. When I grow up.
Looking through the photo albums is like going through the process of growing up again. The scenes of my childhood will bring me so many memories. The photo album has become a book that records every laughter, every worry and cry in my growth. I think that one day in the future, when I open these photo albums, my parents' love will be more deeply imprinted in my heart.
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