Middle school students learn to write stories.

How to write my study story composition

For your reference, middle school students: let me tell my learning story.

Study, it can make your life colorful. Everything you learn will only benefit you a lot. In this learning process, many stories will happen, some of which are very touching and some are very interesting. ...

I remember when I was a child, my handwriting was crooked and not neat at all. Every time I write a new word, I always do it hastily and don't write it carefully. I can't read the font myself. That morning, the teacher sent out new words. I just received it, and I brushed it. I finished writing new words in less than eight minutes. Guest deskmate Jing Wong hasn't written the third article yet! She looked at my handwriting and shook her head.

After coming home from school at noon, my father said in the study, "Wei Wei, come to the study later." I have something to tell you. " I put down my schoolbag and hurried to the study. "Vivian, you see, who knows this word? As the saying goes, words are doors and books are things. Your writing attitude is not good, how can your academic performance be much better? Dad took my diary and said. Seeing my father's serious appearance, I smiled and said, "What is the relationship between academic performance and writing? You are really worrying! " Seeing my indifference, my father was silent for a long time and said, "I have prepared a copybook for you." Come and get it from me when you want to practice your handwriting. "I said that I played out of the study." Am I wrong? "I asked myself in my mind.

I haven't been very calm since I went to school in the afternoon. Do I take the copybook or not? The teacher issued a new vocabulary book. "Hey? How can it be a hundred points? " I have some doubts. Look carefully, there is a small line next to it: "The teacher believes you can do better!" " "

These words seem ordinary, but they keep churning in my mind, and I suddenly feel very excited.

After coming home from school, I said to my father, "I want to practice my handwriting!" " "Dad saw that I was a little abnormal and asked," How did you come up with it? " "It is the teacher's encouragement. The teacher made me understand that since I have the ability to do better, I will try to break through myself, because a person must be self-motivated and she must fight for her happy and beautiful future! " Dad listened to my words and smiled, a shallow smile, but full of that feeling of happiness and relief. Later my father handed me the copybook. I finished my homework very late this evening. ...

The next morning, I handed my homework to the teacher. After receiving all the homework, the teacher only looked through my exercise book and looked at it. She smiled at me, which was as happy as my father's.

Since then, I have practiced a copybook every day. My handwriting is getting better and better. I also found that my harvest is not only a standard word, but also a great progress in my life!

Learning can not only make your life full of brilliance; It can also purify your mind. Life is limited and knowledge is infinite, so we should put our limited life into infinite knowledge.

Comments: The story of learning has real feelings, which shows that you are a good student who loves learning.

Write a 600-word composition about learning Chinese.

Some people say that taking the Chinese exam depends on luck, while others say that it depends on feeling. If you are lucky or feel right, you can get higher scores, and there may even be surprises. I was skeptical at the beginning. I have to "brew" before I take the Chinese exam, hoping to find the so-called "feeling". Later, through communication with several classmates and reading some books introduced by senior brothers and sisters, I gradually felt that learning Chinese needed a scientific method.

Write a 500-word composition for the school story.

Miss chun is here. She sent away the cold air in winter and walked into our campus with warm wind, rain and sunshine. With her dexterous hands, she decorated the campus like a paradise, which was beautiful.

Miss chun is here. She sent away the cold air in winter and walked into our campus with warm wind, rain and sunshine. With her dexterous hands, she decorated the campus like a paradise, which was beautiful.

The grass on the playground, nourished by the spring breeze and drizzle, raised its childish little head and greeted with a smile: "Aunt Spring is good, Sister Chunyu and Spring Breeze are good!" " "The sound of reading came from the classroom, accompanied by continuous drizzle, which made people feel particularly comfortable.

At noon, Grandfather Sun sprinkled warm sunshine on the earth and mapped the school garden community into a kingdom of heaven, which was very beautiful. Set off the luxurious school science building next to it like a palace in the sky. Look, butterflies are flying in the bushes in Qi Fei, and groups of dragonflies are competing in the air like aeroplane stunts. Listen, "Haw", who is calling? Oh, it's a group of lively and clever birds, singing in the long jump and competing in the big tree that bid farewell to hibernation and grew small buds. After school, the students strolled in this environment with flowers and birds, enjoying the warm sunshine. In front of the teaching building, some students have taken off their thick clothes and started to play sandbags.

In the evening, the sound of reading on campus, the spring breeze blowing on the face and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers are intoxicating. Hundreds of swallows lined up neatly on the cable, as if holding a swearing-in meeting for the mosquito fighting. The small trees on the roadside, holding the gifts given to him by the spring rain, miss the time when they met the sun during the day and grow up with the night fog. The spring breeze caresses the flowers. The flowers got carried away with joy and danced the soft waltz "Song of Spring Breeze", which was extremely beautiful. The princess star in the sky flashed her little eyes as if to ask, "Are they having a party? Why don't you invite me? "

Ah! Campus spring scenery, what a beautiful and charming landscape animation!

Fourth, write a story composition about learning art.

Stories and feelings in the process of learning art

"My Stage" makes the story of "I" learning drama lively and interesting. You may have studied an art, such as blowing, pulling, playing, singing, calligraphy, painting, clay sculpture and sculpture. Please write down your stories and feelings in the process of learning an art.

You can also write a favorite work of art, or an art appreciation activity, such as listening to a concert, watching a flower show and visiting an art gallery. Recall the way the author expresses his feelings in the text and pay attention to using it in practice.

Art is my favorite. I often draw a picture when I am bored. Now in the sixth grade, with the increase of homework, there is less and less time to draw.

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When I was very young, my mother drew pictures for me. She described them vividly. The snow white she painted is not only beautiful, but also a beautiful dress. Maybe I fell in love with art at that time! When I was a kid.

When I was in kindergarten, my parents sent me to an art teacher's house in Tingchao Six Village to study art. Recalling the happy scene in the teacher's house, I couldn't help but take out the pictures I had painted before. I can't help but wonder why I used to paint so naive.

At that time, my parents always praised me for drawing like a good one. Maybe it's because they don't want to destroy my self-esteem They paved a smooth cement road for my art road, but it will never be smooth and bumpy.

Almost there. When I was in the first grade, the teacher said that I would not teach children to draw, but to sketch. Because my parents thought I learned it in the senior grade, my art study career was suspended, except for what I was taught at school. but I ...

I'm not intimidated by this rudeness. I still paint at home. But my painting is not as good as that of the teacher in tutoring. Once, I drew a snake, but I thought the snake I drew was different from the one in the book, and I didn't like how to modify it.

For this reason, I also cried many times. My parents heard crying and came to comfort me, saying that the painting was good. But I know in my heart that they are comforting me. I cried even harder because I didn't need other people's comfort. Because, at that time,

I think the comfort of others is the ridicule of others. Later, I modified this painting. But after that, I painted harder. Until now, I have learned to sketch. Although my painting is not very good at the moment, I am still working hard.

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Write a composition about a story in primary school.

You can't even write this. How did you learn it? As follows: A failed speech: It's my turn to give a speech soon. I stood by the platform and waited, my breath was short and unstable, and my heart seemed to jump out of my chest and sink into my stomach. Gently wipe away the bean-sized sweat on your forehead and find that your hands are constantly shaking. Suddenly I heard a burst of warm applause from the audience, and I was both nervous and jealous. It's my turn Can I get such applause? Step by step to the center of the stage, swing your hands as naturally as possible and try to keep the pace steady.

I say hello to everyone and bow. I thought there should be applause to encourage me at this time, but I didn't hear any applause. I feel a little uneasy-is it because my voice is not loud enough to be infectious? I dare not look into the eyes of the students in the audience, for fear that all the speeches will slip away from my mind if I am not careful. I smiled, but the muscles on my face seemed out of my control. After I calmed down, I stuttered through the first paragraph. At this time, I deliberately stopped for a few seconds to listen to everyone's applause. Hope was dashed again. The buzz of the audience made me more nervous. My speech just now was so unlike a speech that my classmates must be laughing at me. I suddenly felt a heavy loss and wanted to wipe the sweat flowing to my chin, but I was afraid that this indecent action would deepen the bad impression of the judges on me. I was upset and just looked at the audience silently. I don't remember anything when the next buzz disappeared. I quietly opened my speech, only to be seen by my classmates, which caused a burst of laughter. I was even more panicked. I secretly glanced at the head teacher and the judges. I only see disappointment and indifference. I feel so depressed that I want to cry. My hands are shaking. I can hardly control my speech. I read according to the speech, my voice trembled more and more, and my speech speed became faster and faster. I just want to finish it quickly, get out of everyone's sight and hide in a place where no one is crying. When I finally read all the words, I rushed off the stage like an arrow, and my heart was pinched by a big hand, which hurt.

Under the stage, the students talked about it in succession. I feel that every classmate is accusing me and mocking me. I regret it very much. Why didn't I spend more time reciting the manuscript? Why can't I walk on the stage with my head held high and complete all the actions I expect smartly? Why can't I smile calmly, look into everyone's eyes and show everyone my strength?

God, please rain heavily and wash it away! If you give me another chance, I won't embarrass my classmates, teachers and classes! For that day, I will be ready from now on!

I will change myself, come on!

How's it going? You suck! ! !

Write a 600-word composition with stories about learning Chinese.

Is it argumentative or narrative? What about argumentative writing? We can start with the importance of Chinese, and then talk about the basic work of listening carefully and previewing in class, followed by extensive reading. Read more and then read more intensively. In a word, learning Chinese well will not happen overnight. Don't try to become a big fat man at once, accumulate more, and it will naturally have an effect over time. Narrative can start with my understanding of Chinese as a child, how I came into contact with Chinese, how I liked Chinese (or how I hated Chinese). After time, I discovered the importance of Chinese, especially after China took a place in the world, Chinese became a subject that we China people had to learn. . I hope it works for you. .

Write a 600-word composition that loves learning in the form of a story.

I copied a classmate named Tian Xinjie. As soon as I heard it, I knew she was a girl. She likes studying very much.

She has a small nose and big bright eyes. Unfortunately, she has a pair of big glasses on her beautiful eyes. She was originally very beautiful and was called "four-eyed sister" by naughty boys. I think she wears glasses because she loves studying! Of course, the most unique thing is her cherry mouth. From where? She can gain endless knowledge and hear some interesting jokes, which are the results of her usual love of reading extracurricular books.

She is very quiet. Usually answer questions or speak in a low voice. Because she is quiet, she concentrates on her studies and doesn't think about other things.

Once the bell rang and xu teacher went out, a male classmate shouted, "Hurry up, class is over." Many people rushed out with them. In an instant, there were only three people left in the classroom: me, my deskmate, Tian Xinjie. My deskmate and I are playing flop, and Tian Xinjie is reading a book.

Eight 500-word essays on The Story of Homeschooling.

First you talk about the reasons why you study at home, and then you say that you didn't adapt to online classes at first, and then you became proficient with the help of teachers or by solving problems yourself. Finally, summarize your experience in this online class.

Write a story composition with your school supplies.

Sample text

I have a beautiful pencil case. It's called Benben. My parents gave me this pencil box, and I like it very much.

It is a cuboid, the color is light blue, and it is dotted with some white flowers. There are some bears beside the flowers. These bears are very cute. It is dressed in blue and has two small buttons. Round eyes, long nose and small mouth. It looks at you curiously, as if thinking: What is this? There are two rows of English letters beside the bear. His eyes still look like he is speaking English!

When I opened the pencil box, I only saw a rectangular piece of glass with my class schedule at the back. The "small intestine" in my pencil case-a pen. Brother Black Pen is my "general" and my "prime minister". There are all kinds of pens, some chubby, some of medium height, exquisite structure, and some small and exquisite. Some of my pencils are dressed in black and white and red uniforms, some in red sportswear, and some in sky-blue skirts. The long ruler is placed on the big bed in the middle. Pencil Sharpener It has many functions. It can roll a pencil and look in the mirror. I make its stomach full, and the pencil case is also my good partner. Whenever I do well in the exam, it seems to say, "Little master, don't be proud." Whenever I fail in the exam, it seems to say, "Little master, don't lose heart, don't be discouraged, try again next time!" " "

My pencil box is always presented to me in obscurity.

Write a composition of more than 600 words on the topic of "the story of the school"

To tell stories on campus, three days and three nights are really endless. However, one thing is still fresh in my memory until now.

I remember it was a hot afternoon, and my classmates and I came to the runway for a race. "Ready, run!" With the students' command, I rushed to the finish line like an arrow. Soon, he distanced himself from his opponent, and the result seemed obvious.

After running, I happily went to buy water with my classmates, but just as I was about to pay, my heart thumped. After that, the wallet was gone. I am flustered, like a headless fly, wandering in the path, lawn, school, looking everywhere. I even looked for the right place, and I didn't even see the shadow of my wallet. Suddenly, I thought of a place-the runway. I hurried to the runway and looked all the way along the runway. At this time, a voice of milk and milk gas sounded in my ear: "Hello, sister, what are you looking for?" "Go, go, go, play by yourself, leave me alone!" I said impatiently. "Sister, are you looking for this?" I looked back, ah! A burst of joy in my heart, my wallet is being held by my little sister. I held it in one hand and repeatedly said, "Thank you, little sister, thank you." At this time, I found my little sister sweating and her two little faces were red. I smiled and said, "Look at you sweating. Let's go. I'll treat you to a popsicle!" " "My little sister smiled sweetly and said," No, our teacher said that we should learn from Uncle Lei Feng to do good deeds without asking for anything in return. "Say that finish, he rushed to play. Aunt, the cleaner next to her, said, "This little girl has been waiting here since she found her wallet. It's not easy to be hot and naive! " "Looking at the back of my little sister, my nose is sour, and waves of warm currents come to mind.