Whose story composition I wrote with was 600 words.

I may have been a child who didn't know anything before, but everything I saw was novel. But after a long time, I changed, I became no longer naive, and I was no longer a kid at that time! I have grown up and become more and more sensible. But some of these possibilities came too suddenly, and some were unacceptable to me, so I came back and looked back, immersed in that childish memory. When I was a child, I was a tireless child running around, and my parents often worried about me, but it was because of these that I became independent and strong!

I may remember something at that time, but I have no memory at all. But I still remember some things. Let me tell you next:

? I remember once when I was a child, my aunt brought back a lovely puppy from outside. My aunt said that a friend asked me to help raise it and take it back in a few days. It has black hair all over its body, except for two white spots above its eyes. Now I know that dog is a husky. ) I named it Benben, but I said it was stupid, and it was just stupid. It didn't eat much after coming to our house for a few days. Once, I kindly gave it a bone, and poor it "wolfed down" because it was too hungry. Finally, it is willing to adapt to our family! I ran with it for a while and then came back, very obedient. But he can be very naughty sometimes. One day, I accidentally lost it when I took it out to play. I was anxious to look everywhere, but I still couldn't find it. The next day, he, a naughty boy, ran back by himself. (Hum, stupid and not sensible! Soon, we should say goodbye. At that time, I was very sad and kept crying, but I was taken away.

Alas, time waits for no one, so much for this time. I'll tell you something about my childhood next time. Goodbye!

The story of me and this book. A 600-word story about me and the book.

The sea of books is vast and the knowledge is endless. The ancients once said: "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu." Throughout the ages, some great poets and writers have a close relationship with books. Shakespeare once said: "Books are the nourishment of human beings:" Right! As long as you read too many books, you seem to have a spiritual exchange. When writing a composition, you can write like a god. Those great writers wrote such beautiful and touching articles because they read a lot of books and used beautiful words flexibly.

I am also a bookworm. I have studied for five years. Now, every time I recall my reading life, I can't help feeling happy. My reading life is just a colorful picture, just a movement of cheerful notes, with joy and sorrow, bitterness and sweetness.

Whenever I have a new book, I can't wait to read it. I remember once, my uncle gave me a copy of Andersen's fairy tales. In order not to disturb my reading, I pretended to shit and squatted in the toilet to watch. Unexpectedly, I spent more than two hours in prison. My mother hasn't seen me for so long, and she's as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. She ran to the balcony and screamed and knocked on the neighbor's door to see if I was in their house. After more than two hours, I came out of the toilet and saw my mother sweating with anxiety. I laughed my head off. Hey! What a false alarm.

I not only let my mother be careful, but also worried the clerk in a bookstore.

Once, I came to a bookstore early, carefully selected a thick composition book from children's books, read it with relish by the bookcase, and recited beautiful words in the book. While I was reading and reciting, the waiter noticed that I was special. After a while, there were more people.

I felt uncomfortable reading in the noisy sound, so I shuttled through the crowd and carefully searched for a deserted place. Finally, I found this place in the leftmost corner of the bookstore. Like a treasure hunter who found the location of the treasure, I quickly found a small bench and sat on it with relish. After a long time, the bookstore will be closed, but I still watch it unconsciously. Then the waiter suddenly realized: where did the little boy go just now? He also has a composition book. Did he "steal" the book and take it home? So, she asked the porter if he had seen me, and she said no, so I called other waiters, like carpet searching bookstores. Suddenly, a waiter found a figure in the left corner of the bookstore. He felt very scared: who is this? She called other waiters and kept approaching me, I didn't realize it. At this moment, a waiter patted me on the shoulder. I woke up and no longer wandered in the kingdom of books. Suddenly, when I turned around, the waiter saw it was me and put down the stone in his heart. Hey! Another false alarm.

I love reading more and more now. If life is a mountain, then books are the water on the top. If life is a balance, then books are dignified weights; If life is the night sky, then books are a bright moon in the night sky, and my life cannot be separated from books. Books make people more noble and pure. I like reading. More?

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The story of me and this book

Books are a treasure house of knowledge, which makes human knowledge accumulate and develop continuously; Let fools know. It is precisely because of it that I constantly enrich myself and bring infinite happiness and hope to my life.

Before I knew a word, I had an indissoluble bond with books. When I was young, my grandmother often told me stories. I had to listen to it three or four times before giving up. That's why we made one joke after another.

Knowledge changes fate. With the growth of age and the improvement of cultural level, I can finally read books by myself. This is the same thing! Whenever I stand alone in the room, accompanied by delicious food, I get into the pile of books to find more knowledge and satisfy my thirst for knowledge. That kind of happiness can only be realized in books. It is an indispensable spiritual food.

At first, I was intoxicated with Grimm's fairy tales and Andersen's fairy tales. What a touching story and kind and beautiful people! From How Steel was Tempered to Biographies of World Celebrities, I strongly realized the meaning of life in Qian Qian's indomitable struggle. San Mao, the protagonist of the comic book San Mao Wandering, makes me feel that today's happy life is hard-won, and they always urge me to work hard for my ideal goal.

Gradually, my interest turned to science books. From the first knowledge series I came into contact with "100,000 Why", I don't know how many question marks I have solved and how much fresh knowledge I have seen. I realized that to increase knowledge and seek truth, we must ask why it is the golden key to open the door of knowledge in everything. Then I went to an encyclopedia or something, which benefited me a lot. It should be said that if there is no doubt, there is no courage to break into the door of science.

Books are my closest friends and my best silent teacher. It helps me solve problems in my life and study, and also gives me knowledge and strength. Knowledge is like the sea, boundless. In my life, books are like a boat, taking me on a long voyage and taking me to the other side of knowledge. Books also let me go to the vast scientific field to cultivate and discover the mysteries about human beings! How can you say that all this is not a gift from books?

This is the story of me and this book.

What is my story? A 600-word composition book, what a simple and ordinary look! However, it occupies a very high position in my heart. In the long river of memory, there is always a "book story" rippling in my mind, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. Whenever I hold a book with a cover, I can't help thinking of the past. ...

How important books are to me! If I believe that life comes first, then books must be second only to life-second. I have cried for books, and I have been sad for books. Maybe this is my attachment to books. Every time I read a book "Retirement", I feel extremely sad, just like digging half my flesh. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase. I can't bear to dig up my own flesh and blood.

Not only that, I also "sold my life" for the book. It's hard to believe, but this is definitely not a lie, but the truth from the heart. In the second grade of primary school, my brother learned a book for me, and I like it very much. But because my knowledge is not deep enough, it seems difficult-I have to look it up in the dictionary. One day, I was sitting on the shore of a shallow pond. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but I have no intention of enjoying it. I still hold the book in my hand and watch it. But when I looked it up in the dictionary, the precious book "slipped away" and fell into the pond with a bang. For a moment, I was like an animal without a soul. I plunged into the pool and tried to save the textbooks in the water. The book was moved, but that regrettable thing happened again. It's unfair for me to swim! I'm not tall enough to step on the ground. I struggled in the pool with my book in my arms. Maybe it was providence. At this moment, my eldest brother appeared and I was saved. However, when I got home, I was beaten and scolded. I cried, and my eyes were filled with infinite pain and sadness, but not because of being beaten, but because of the unfortunate experience of the book. All the books were soaked. When I opened them, I saw the muddy one ... and I cried again. Maybe you will make fun of my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, I'm afraid you can't help it.

Books, my lifelong dream is to have books all over the world. I even dreamed of it, but maybe it's an unattainable wish. However, I don't feel desperate, because in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, books have cultivated my sentiment and accompanied me in my growth and life. Therefore, I am extremely gratified. But a word of caution: they are all healthy and meaningful books!

The story of me and this book

From the first time I saw her, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She is my destiny takes a hand." In the following days, I tried my best to get close to her and try to understand her. Before long, I gradually realized that I had fallen in love with her deeply. Maybe she was tired of the bitter and tasteless ABC, or maybe she asked her out again and again to escape the suffocating x+y, and walked into a strange and refreshing world from her fragrant title page. Not for "the book has its own golden house", not for "the book has its own Yan Ruyu", not for utility, not for achievements, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, only for the desire in the heart, only for the pleasant "green space" in the heart. Her knowledge is so extensive and her words are so philosophical; Her eyes are so warm, as if they can melt all the frozen hearts in the world, and her hands are so gentle, as if they can heal all the wounds in the world ... When I am painfully confused because of failure, she always says to me: "The real light is not that there will never be darkness, but that it will never be covered by darkness; Real heroes are not always without humble sentiments, but are not influenced by humble sentiments; To defeat foreign enemies, we must first defeat internal enemies. You don't have to be afraid of stumbling, just constantly extricate yourself and constantly update. " When I am dancing because of my small achievements, she will always say to me, "There are days outside, there are people outside, and the strong are always strong." A truly strong person must not only stand the test of failure, but also stand the baptism of sugar-coated shells after success. When you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness, you are afraid that others have reached the peak. " When I can't extricate myself because of "slight confusion", she always says to me: "People will meet many people in their life, some are meteors and some are stars. Meteors are beautiful, but they are meteors after all. The significance of a meteor lies in its fleeting moment, and the beauty of a meteor only comes from a moment. After all, meteors are meteors. If you pursue for a long time, you can only wait for your own star and cling to the beauty of this moment. The only thing that hurts is yourself. " When I hesitate, she will send such a poem: "I am confident that my life is two hundred years, and I am a water hammer of three thousand miles"; "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea"; "I smile at the sky with a horizontal knife, and I will stay in two Kunlun mountains" ... yes! This is her, whether it is the impetuous heat wave outside the shade or the cold wind outside the window, as long as she is with her, she will create a coolness in the heat wave and show a warmth in the cold. She is this book, and this is the story of me and this book.

The story of me and this book

Looking back now, the first book I came across by chance has begun to fade. Although there are countless books that have passed through my hands in recent years, there is no such charm as "360 Nights".

Compared with the previous chapter of the book

Grade one-only two shabby, unknown books to accompany;

Grade two-all kinds of small picture books and "contemporary pupils" and the like;

Third grade-after reading Nemesis for the first time, I felt it was a long story. I adored the heroine, White Horse Om.

Fourth grade-I read some stories, a set of 900 Tang poems, The Journey to the West, Travel Notes to the East and Travel Notes to the North.

Grade 5-16 robot cat, 3 dragon balls and Versailles roses, as well as Jane Eyre and Muslim funeral.

Fifth grade summer vacation-rereading the books I have read before. On my father's bookshelf, I read many issues of Talking about the Ancient Times, Biography of Ten Generals, Gong Liu Case and Bai Yutang. This summer vacation, I read a lot of books, because I read quickly. More importantly, I have a strong interest in reading. As long as I have a book in my hand, I have to finish it in one day.

I and the novella of "Book"

I'm in junior high school, and I've heard my sister talk about many terrorist incidents before. I made up my mind to say goodbye to the book forever. However, after entering junior high school, I feel very ordinary. Except for self-study at night, it is no different from primary school. Besides, self-study at night is also self-study. I have a lot of time to borrow from teachers and school libraries, which greatly enriches my brain space. Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea, Lu Yao's Ordinary World, Mo Bosang's One Day, Zola's Inn, and a whole set of Self-Painting Youth, all of which make me feel ignorant when I read a book, which makes me deeply immersed in the sea of books and I can't remember it anymore.

Me and the second part of the book

I am in the third grade. Although my homework is very tight, I also take the time to study, exchange books with my classmates and buy them myself. (Note: My sister likes books very much, so she called her "book collection" "Sister Bookstore" to borrow it.

Finally, it seems to be a good thing to have a holiday, get ready and go to the library to pick some favorite books!

The story between me and my friend.

Friendship is like a lamp that lights up your heart. Friendship is like a guide, guiding you forward when you are at a loss. Friendship is like a flower, which perfuses our hearts. Friendship is like a person's life without friends, which can drive away the loneliness and pain in his heart and bring me joy. Friend, he keeps me away from indifference and hypocrisy. My friends have given me countless confidence and happiness. -inscription

With bright eyes, high nose and fair skin under heavy eyebrows, he is my good friend Ye Fa, whom I have known for more than a year. He brought me happiness and also brought me happiness. ...

Ye Fa, he is my biggest opponent in study. He is diligent and studious, respects teachers and is friendly to others. He is an example for students. Because of him, I want to study harder, because our goal is the same, and we all strive for the first place in the whole grade. In every big exam, either I am the first or he is the first (at present, I get more first than him). If he doesn't do well in the exam, he will definitely go through it, study hard, improve his own shortcomings and make himself better. He will never give up for one failure. On the contrary, he will find out the reason and study harder. I will work harder and study hard. I remember once, I said to him, "Ye Fa, we are going to enter the same high school, and we will continue to compete in high school, ok?" He said, "Good!" It seems that our war is hard to stop, but it will become more and more fierce. But we won't turn against each other like everyone else. On the contrary, we are still very good friends. In my study, I will ask him what he doesn't understand, and he will be happy to explain it to me in detail. I'll tell him what he doesn't understand. Because of the pressure of competition with the industry, I am getting stronger and stronger. I will turn pressure into motivation, study harder and strive to compete with the industry first. Sometimes if I don't do well in the exam, he will encourage me to work hard and continue to compete with him. With the encouragement of the industry and my indomitable character, I started to compete with the industry again. This is the learning motivation brought by the industry. Here, I want to say to the industry: "Thank you! I will definitely accompany you to the end! "

Ye Fa, why does it bring me joy? Because we are not only rivals in study, but also very good friends and playmates! Sometimes, when he is free, he will invite some good friends to play and play ball with me. At this time, I will also invite some good friends to play together. We always have a good time together. In this way, my friends and I not only exercised, but also had fun. Because we are classmates, we always get along well. We can talk about learning and ideals ... these are the happiness brought by my career.

My story composition 600 words narrative In the process of everyone's growth, there will always be different stories happening to everyone. Strict time goes so leisurely that we can't catch its flying tail. Time will wash away childhood and dilute memory, but it will never wash away that story. ...

I remember it was a gloomy afternoon, and the air made me breathless. Looking at the waves of wind outside the window, I always feel that something unusual is going to happen.

Just as I expected. The Chinese teacher came to the classroom angrily. Call some people out. Fortunately, I'm still here. I didn't know it was because of the quality and efficiency of my homework until I came back. My heart twitched. I don't know if it's fear or guilt. Actually, I didn't finish this paper independently. Recall the stern eyes of the Chinese teacher. Thought, this time is a fluke, there can be no second time.

As a result, when the test paper came down, the teacher only wrote a comment: the things in the book are not their own after all. I benefited a lot, understood the teacher's good intentions, looked out of the window, and it was raining sparsely.

I didn't go to eat after school. I squatted on the table, listening to the rain outside. My heart is surging like the sea. The teacher's words made me understand that strength trumps everything. This sentence is like a bright moon in the sky, deeply branded in my heart.

I walked out of the classroom and stood in the silent corridor, being baptized by the rain. It rained harder and harder, hitting the ground and windows. My anxiety slowly fell with the raindrops and then disappeared. When I was growing up, this story will always accompany me and will never be erased. I will also grow up with this story. ...

Satisfied, please adopt.

My story composition is 600 words. Everyone's heart contains many beautiful stories, some of which are very interesting and some are very touching. Now I will tell you a story about me, a story that makes me blush when I think about it.

Probably in the first grade. "Ding Lingling-"is over. This cheerful * * * activated the brain cells that everyone was going to sleep, and the students ran out of the classroom with joy. I got up from my seat in a daze. Well, it seems it's time for school. With this in mind, I picked up my schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. Everyone is chasing and playing, and no one notices me as a "deserter"

I walked on my way home, thinking as I walked, I walked fast today. Look, others can't even see a shadow! I was even a little complacent, so I stepped up. In the summer afternoon, it was very quiet, only cicadas chirped wildly in the branches.

Walking, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I slowly turned my head at 180 degrees. It turned out to be a classmate in my class. Panting, she came running: "I found you! Come on, we're going to class! Have you forgotten? " What? ! I recited the timetable in my mind-oh, what bad luck! How could I forget there was another math class! It's over! I'm sure I will get a K! I came to the classroom in fear and trembling-"report!" Suddenly, the eyes of the whole class were all fired at me. There were reproachful, mocking and contemptuous smiles in those eyes. My face is so hot that I really want to find a crack in the ground. I hung my head and didn't dare to face the teacher's stern eyes.

After a long "interrogation", I mechanically returned to my seat, listening to my classmates whispering, and my mind was in chaos. ......

It's been a long time, and it's still vivid. This has become my little secret-shh, you must keep it a secret for me! ......

When I was a child, I felt that friends were my partners who shared food and played with me, and I didn't know much about real friends. Later, I met Xiao D, and we lived together day and night, studied together, played together, felt the happiness and pain of growing up together, and became real good friends.

One noon last summer vacation, I was about to have lunch when the phone rang in a hurry. I quickly grabbed the receiver. It turned out to be little d, "I can't solve two math problems." Can you come to my house and tell me about them? " Little d said anxiously. My math score has always been better than that of junior D, so he always asks me some math questions. "You don't know what time it is, man? Can you wait for me to finish my meal? " I rudely pinched him back. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm too busy to see the problem, didn't look at the time. Excuse me, can you come back after dinner? " Little D said shyly, "I see, let's do this first." I said impatiently, then put down the phone and went to eat my lunch. To tell the truth, I don't want to go to his house at this time. It's noon, and it's hot outside, and the heat wave is rolling. Besides, my family lives on the sixth floor, and his family lives on the fifth floor, 22 floors and more than 200 steps. If you don't heat me to death, you have to kill me. I ate my meal slowly and made up my mind to find an excuse not to go to his house.

The next morning, I was doing English homework at home. I can't answer a few questions I was in a hurry to turn over my notes and books, but I still couldn't understand them. I picked up the phone and called little d without thinking. "Hey, D, I can't do some English problems. Can you come to my house and tell me about them? " I said. Little d hung up the phone without saying anything. My English is not as good as Xiao D. I always have to trouble Xiao D when I encounter problems that I can't do. And he is always responsive and patiently teaches me. But what happened today? I feel confused. Putting down the phone, I turned around and accidentally saw the watch on the wall. It's already eleven fifty, and I suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. I thought: this is really what I often say. What happened to him yesterday reminds me again today. I went back to my room in frustration. I was about to sit down when the doorbell rang. who is it? Come at this time. When I opened the door, it turned out to be little D. His round face was full of sweat and his big eyes were full of sincere apologies. "Are you anxious?" He panted, "No,no." You have a rest first. "As I spoke, I quickly let him into the room and poured him a glass of water. I know, this 1 1 floor 100 multi-step flight is a lot of exercise for him who is much shorter and fatter than me! He picked up the cup and took two sips, then began to tell me the topic. He explained it carefully and patiently. After a while, her mother called to urge him to go home for dinner, only to hear him tell her which is more important, eating or friends! Hearing this, my heart warmed up and I was really touched. The thought of what I did yesterday makes me ashamed to find a place to drill. I blushed and said to him, "I'm really sorry about yesterday ..." "What are you talking about? Are we good friends? " He patted me on the arm and said. He doesn't hold a grudge against me. He still regards me as his best friend. I was speechless, and my heart was filled with emotion.

D, let me know more about my friends. Friends are not only soul mates, they are inseparable, and they talk about everything. More importantly, we can help each other, encourage each other and make progress together.

Don't copy, be original and true.

I can't help but think of my pocket money and its story when I see people in boutique shops shuttling among various exquisite handicrafts and buying their favorite trinkets in their pockets.

When I was in primary school, my parents usually didn't give me pocket money, but occasionally gave me one or two yuan. But how can the dazzling array of goods on the street not impress me? Every day after school, my classmates and I will wander around the boutique, like headless flies, because there is no money in my pocket, even if I see something I like, it will only make me addicted.

Cross stitch used to be popular in school, and I like it very much. Looking at the students' bags embroidered with patterns, I envy them. So, I asked my parents for pocket money and cross stitch, but they didn't agree. I am sad. One day at school, my classmates asked me, "Why don't you cross stitch?" ? I can't help shivering in my heart. I don't have cross stitch, but I have to say, "I'm still embroidering!" " It will be embroidered in a few days. "The classmate said," really, then you have to embroider quickly! "Although my mouth is good, my heart is anxious about this lie. I said I have cross stitch. What should I do in a few days? I thought anxiously, gritted my teeth and decided not to let my classmates look down on me, so a plan to make money quickly flashed through my mind. When I got home, I called my parents to the living room and told them that I decided to help you work at three yuan a week to collect dishes. This is the contract. Please sign after reading it! Mom and dad were surprised at first. They smiled and nodded and said, "sign it, sign it."

A week later, I bought cross-stitch happily with the money I earned from part-time work, and bought what I wanted with my own money. How delightful it is!

After this incident, I understand the hard work of my parents to make money, and I also understand that only by spending their hard-earned money to buy things they like can I feel the most practical.

What are these words?

About 600

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

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