Personal experience in short story writing 300

"One" is a 300-word composition entitled Experience.

1 Everyone will encounter many things in his life. Of course, I am no exception.

I have encountered sad things, regretful things and happy things in my life. Time flies, and I gradually forget it. But one thing seems to be engraved in my heart, and I will never forget it!

It was a holiday when I was in primary school. I made an appointment with some friends to climb the mountain.

On that day, we each took our favorite food to the mountains to play. Soon, we climbed to the top of the mountain. What a strong wind! We are sitting on a stone. Tell jokes while eating.

Look down, ah. Many houses. We started looking for our own home. Then I heard a man shout, "Look, there is a forest of fruit trees over there. It must be cool. Let's go there to play. " Several of us watched it together, and we did find a forest of fruit trees on the hillside. So we discussed going to the fruit tree forest to play.

When I came to the orchard, the trees were covered with oranges. I took the lead in climbing the tree to pick oranges. I only picked a few, dad! A branch was broken, and I was so nervous that I lost my balance Lying back, I fell on my back. At this time, an old man came from a distance, looked at me and looked at the oranges underground. I suddenly realized that I had just opened my mouth to say something. I know grandpa is going to criticize me, so I'm ready to bow my head and accept this strange grandpa's criticism. Just thinking of this, I heard a hoarse voice saying, "Son, what you just did." I saw it. You didn't break it. Do you need to go to my house to get some medicine? "I came to my senses and said in a panic," No need. "I took my little friend away.

Now that I think about it, I fell down stealing oranges in someone else's forest. He didn't scold me for what I deserved, and asked me if I fell. I left in a panic without even saying thank you. Now that I think about it, I regret it. If I have time in the future, I will definitely go to his house to apologize. Primary school life is really to commemorate the picturesque campus, the teachers who inculcate, and the classmates who get along with each other day and night. In the face of these things that have been with me, I am about to disappear, and a sense of reluctance arises spontaneously ... Do you remember? Under the tall and lush maple trees, we play together and play together; Do you remember? Under those two tall basketball stands, how many fierce games there are and how many people are shouting there; Do you remember? How many unforgettable performances have been held in that small playground; Do you remember? A campus that records every footprint of our growth. Six years are short and short, long and long. I still remember when I was in the first grade, I always felt that those six years were a long experience when I saw my senior classmates. But looking back now, I find that the original time has passed unconsciously. When I was a child, I always wanted to have a holiday early and fly to the sky where I played. But now the intense study life has not only made me feel bored, but has made me realize the self-evident friendship between many classmates. Graduation is coming, and you will never hear classmates quarreling because of disagreement again. Even the students who are usually taciturn in the class have been hugging each other shoulder to shoulder these days, enjoying the joy of gathering together and hoping that time will stay in the present forever. But people can't stay in a constant environment all their lives, but it is undeniable that although parting is painful, these days, because of their strength, the relationship between classmates has indeed become more harmonious and intimate. At school, there are not only picturesque campuses, classmates who get along with each other day and night, but also teachers who teach us seriously. I think they are probably our closest relatives besides relatives. In the past six years, where there is no teacher's footprint, there are students wandering in the hospital because of the injured teacher. In order to let us study better, the teacher runs between the bookstore and the teaching building. This is not because of objective reasons, but because of our teacher-student relationship. Standing at the school gate, looking at the scene of the campus, recalling the beautiful story that happened here, tears wet my cheeks. I miss my life in the past six years and everything in the past six years ... (I am in junior high school, so ...) Primary school life is really happy. I entered my alma mater six years ago. I want to leave my alma mater with my teachers and classmates. Thank you for your strict discipline. It's hard to see and respect teachers. Six years later, we had to leave each other. It's sad to leave now, so I can't bear to part. Return to your alma mater if you succeed. Every night, the candle will make the wick cry. I feel that my childhood life will be so touching, and I can't forget the green grass on campus because of you, teacher. I can't forget teacher Zhang's kind face and recall every laugh; I can't forget the days we walked together and recall every smiling face; There are joys and tears. Recall every happiness; Gathering is not the beginning, and parting is not the end. Recall every joy. Feelings communicate in silence, as if your love is shining and your friendship is growing in tacit understanding. It all contains your affection. The years that students have passed together are a precious friendship. Innocent childhood, although we will be separated soon, just like the warmth in winter and the coolness in summer, the teacher-student relationship lasts forever. You always bring me a comfortable smile. I can't forget you: dear teacher.

Write a 300-word composition about personal experience.

This afternoon, after finishing my homework, I was idle. At this time, my mother said that she would go upstairs to clean up. As soon as I heard this, I suddenly had a whim and thought: Why not help my mother do some work!

So I said to my mother, "Mom, shall I clean with you?" Mother said, "well, I can give you some exercise." I'll clean the floor, and you clean the TV cabinet, writing desk and so on! "

At this time, I can't wait and say to my mother, "Mom, let's go up quickly!" " "So, my mother and I came to the children's building. I picked up the rag and soaked it, and then I started to work.

I came to the living room first, cleaned the TV cabinet, and immediately felt dissatisfied with the dust, as if the enemy had occupied a piece of land. At this time, I launched an "attack" on them, killing all the "soldiers" and regaining the "territory".

Then, I "swept" the "enemy" on the tea table. In a short time, these "enemy troops" were defeated by me.

After a while, the rag became dirty. I went to the swimming pool, washed the dishcloth and went on working.

After about half an hour, I cleaned all the windows, lamps and tables. At this point, they are as good as new. Put your hands on it. There's no dust at all.

I hurried to find my mother and reported my "record" to her.

Today, I finally did something meaningful for my family. I am indescribable happy.

Meaningful things

On Sunday morning, the sun is shining and there are several white clouds floating in the sky. Grandpa Sun smiled and seemed to be waving to the children.

On this day, my mother has to do a lot of housework. As soon as I looked, I saw my mother cleaning the table, and sweat flowed on her forehead like pearls. Seeing that my mother was so tired, I went over and said, "Let me help you!" " "Mom agreed.

I went to the pool to imitate my mother. First pour some water into the basin, put some washing powder, and put the clothes in for a while. Grab the clothes and rub them with your hands. As soon as I saw it, I wiped off a lot of dirty water. After washing, I looked for stains. Suddenly, I saw that there were still many stains on the collar, so I put on soap and wiped it hard.

Finally, wash it repeatedly with clear water until there is no sewage, then wring it out and hang it on the hanger shed.

I'm glad to see my own clothes.

"3" touching story composition my own personal experience

There are many touching things in life, which may be your unconscious action, a caring word, or you sacrificed your life for a stranger ... There are true feelings everywhere in the world, which always warms people's hearts, and the love of strangers is always touching.

One thing moved me recently. One day, my mother came to meet me at school and walked to the east gate of the school. There are two old people walking far in front of us on crutches, helping each other. Suddenly, grandpa slipped and grandma slipped and fell. At that time, many people passed by them, a little pretending not to see them, a little stopping to look at them and then walking away, a little hesitant, but still didn't try to help them up. I heard them say, "Who dares to mind their own business these days? Maybe you will say that you pushed it in the end! " But at this moment, I saw my mother step forward quickly, holding the old woman steady first, and then reaching out to help the old man. And help them clean the dust on their clothes and ask them if they are injured. At this time, the two old people repeatedly said to their mother, "Thank you." Mom said, "You're welcome." And told them to be careful on the road at this age.

I asked my mother, "Mom, aren't you afraid that they will wronged those who helped them, as the newspaper and TV said?" Mother said: "When you see someone in trouble, you should lend a helping hand in time and don't care so much." . Everyone has old people, and there will be times when they need help. We are not with our grandparents. If they encounter such difficulties, do they also need the help of good people? "At this time, my mother's words made me enlightened. You lend a helping hand when others need help, and you can also get help when you need it.

As long as you pay attention, you will find touching things everywhere around us.

two

In this world, many people are moved and many things are moved. They are like the stars in the sky, flashing, illuminating people's hearts, illuminating people's behavior and morality. There is one thing that shines on my heart like a star, and I will never forget it.

I remember watching a sports meeting for disabled children on TV, and nine children with physical or mental defects lined up neatly on the 100-meter speed running line. Everyone ran away as soon as the shot rang. To be exact, they didn't run fast, but they were all happy to finish the race and win. Suddenly, a boy fell on the runway. He stood up strongly, fell down again, stood up strongly again ... several times in a row, the boy finally cried. The other eight children heard the boy crying and slowed down to stop. Then turn around and run back, without exception. At this time, a child with acrophobia bent down and kissed the boy gently on the face and said, "This will make you better." Then, nine children walked hand in hand to the finish line.

The audience all stood up, and the applause and cheers became louder and louder, which lasted for nearly ten minutes.

They are not afraid of birth defects or acquired deficiencies. As long as there is love in their hearts, they will win more wonderful things on the runway of life. Their spirit of unity and friendship is deeply engraved in my heart. Anything can be done as long as you work hard. Whether it is physically or mentally defective. Everyone has a love.

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Today, the teacher asked us to experience it at home. Be one of the blind, deaf-mute, disabled and teachers, write down your feelings and experiences, and communicate with your classmates seriously to see who writes well.

On Saturday, I pretended to be disabled early in the morning. In the evening, my good friend Shi Chaoyang invited me to play football, and I started to limp. Once, I kicked and tripped. Fortunately, I didn't cut myself. From that moment on, I felt that this thing was not easy to make, but I still didn't give up and slipped again. But the left leg is disabled. After a while, one accidentally bumped into a small stone and hurt me. I said, "Disabled people are really hard to be." I've decided never to sit with disabled people and patients again.

Finally, when I came home, I limped on the road, step by step, walking, walking, walking ... another careless mistake, and I fell to the ground again.

Disabled people, it is not easy! All day, I fell to the ground countless times, but I never gave in. I think blind people and teachers should also be bad. I sincerely hope that they will all become happy, normal and happy people.

"Wu" I wrote a 300-word composition, the content of which is something I experienced personally.

I personally experienced one thing and wrote 300 words.

I'll answer it

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This afternoon, after finishing my homework, I was idle. At this time, my mother said that she would go upstairs to clean up. As soon as I heard this, I suddenly had a whim and thought: Why not help my mother do some work! So I said to my mother, "Mom, shall I clean with you?" Mother said, "well, I can give you some exercise." I'll clean the floor, and you clean the TV cabinet, writing desk and so on! " At this time, I can't wait and say to my mother, "Mom, let's go up quickly!" " "So, my mother and I came to the children's building. I picked up the rag and soaked it, and then I started to work. I came to the living room first, cleaned the TV cabinet, and immediately felt dissatisfied with the dust, as if the enemy had occupied a piece of land. At this time, I launched an "attack" on them, killing all the "soldiers" and regaining the "territory". Then, I "swept" the "enemy" on the tea table. In a short time, these "enemy troops" were defeated by me. After a while, the rag became dirty. I went to the swimming pool, washed the dishcloth and went on working. After about half an hour, I cleaned all the windows, lamps and tables. At this point, they are as good as new. Put your hands on it. There's no dust at all. I hurried to find my mother and reported my "record" to her. Today, I finally did something meaningful for my family. I am indescribable happy. A meaningful thing Sunday morning, the sun was shining and there were several white clouds floating in the sky. Grandpa Sun smiled and seemed to be waving to the children. On this day, my mother has to do a lot of housework. As soon as I looked, I saw my mother cleaning the table, and sweat flowed on her forehead like pearls. Seeing that my mother was so tired, I went over and said, "I'll help you!" " "Mom agreed. I went to the pool to imitate my mother. First pour some water into the basin, put some washing powder, and put the clothes in for a while. Grab the clothes and rub them with your hands. As soon as I saw it, I wiped off a lot of dirty water. After washing, I looked for stains. Suddenly, I saw that there were still many stains on the collar, so I put on soap and wiped it hard. Finally, wash it repeatedly with clear water until there is no sewage, then wring it out and hang it on the hanger shed. I'm glad to see my own clothes.

"Lu" wrote a 300-word composition about my experiences with my friends.

The person who cares about me most is my father.

He has heavy eyebrows, intense eyes, fan-shaped crow's feet and a rugged face. He is not handsome, but he cares about me.

The night before the final exam of the second volume of Grade Three, I was extremely nervous. My father found out and asked me, "Why are you so nervous?" I said, "I'm afraid I can't do well in the exam." Dad said, "Don't be nervous, it's just an exam, as long as you try your best." After dinner, he helped me review together and told me how to review comprehensive subjects. The next day, I walked into the examination room with confidence. A few days later, the report card was sent out, and I got the third place in the class, which was also attributed to my father.

Another time, at four o'clock in the morning, I rolled in bed with pain because of the recurrence of appendicitis. My mother called my father, who was watching the vigil outside. My father saw me as soon as he came back. He immediately called a taxi and we went to the People's Hospital together. The doctor examined me and immediately arranged for me to be hospitalized. Dad is always by my side. Surgery in the afternoon The operation went well. After the effect of anesthetic disappeared, I woke up and felt the wound was very painful and uncomfortable. Seeing my mother at the bedside with me, I asked, "Where's Dad?" Mother said, "Go back and cook." I said arrogantly, "Call Dad." After a while, my father came and brought my mother dinner. I can't eat after the operation. My father told me stories and played mobile games with me to distract me. I feel that the wound is not so painful.

I am proud of having such a good father.

Qi is a touching composition about personal experience in less than 300 words.

His coat was covered with dust, his hands were covered with calluses and his trousers had faded. He is an ordinary and extraordinary cleaner.

He is everywhere, but he is often ignored.

In autumn, he is an ambassador to sweep the fallen leaves, and in winter, he is a "snowman".

No matter whether it is hot or cold, whether it is big pieces of paper or small paper flowers, he will clean it up. He only considers the cleanliness of the city and the health of the residents. What an ordinary and great cleaner!

He neglected his home, despised money and despised those who laughed at him. He often said: "We clean the city clean, but people praise the environment, but ridicule us. Now these people, I really don't understand! "

Great cleaner, go your own way and let others talk!

He is an ordinary and easily overlooked cleaner, a person who makes the city beautiful, the environment beautiful and the citizens live a healthy life, but he doesn't care about gains and losses.

That great cleaner! I follow your example, I am proud of you, I am proud of you.

Chapter 2: A touching event.

There are many touching things in life. Let me tell you something!

I have seen such a thing when I was still in my hometown. There are two dogs playing on the highway. A dog ran into the middle of the road. A truck came head-on and hit the dog. I only heard a sudden brake, but I still hit the dog. The puppy died, and another dog stayed with the puppy for more than half an hour. Finally, he tried to drag the puppy to the side of the road. After more than ten minutes of hard work, he finally dragged it to the side of the road. The big dog stayed by the puppy until he left in tears at night.

It turns out that animals also have feelings. I don't think the driver is qualified to compete with this dog at all. The dog's companion died. He knew to drag his companion to a safe place, but the driver just drove away without stopping to bury the puppy. It's hateful.

Chapter 3: One thing that moved me.

When I think about this, my heart is very touched.

On my birthday, my busy father took time out and sent me a small and exquisite cake in the evening. Dad said, "Wei Wei, you are eleven years old. Dad wishes you a happy birthday and happiness every day! " Hearing this, a warm current suddenly welled up in my heart. I took the cake and said to my father, "thank you!" " "On my birthday night, my classmates sang birthday songs around me and sent their own gifts and sincere wishes. A crisp * * * rang, and grandma's simple and affectionate blessing came from the other end of the phone: "Happy birthday to you!" "At that moment, my tears had already swirled in my eyes. I received many blessings from my classmates. I am proud of having so many intimate friends and moved by so many blessings. ...

These have become a beautiful past and will remain in my heart forever. This is the happiest and most touching birthday I have ever had.

Chapter four: A touching event.

In my mind, there are many things I can't forget. Among these past events, one thing is very touching.

I remember that day, when I was sweeping the floor from school in the afternoon, it suddenly rained lightly. I thought it wouldn't rain heavily, so I braved the light rain and went home. When I got under the overpass, it suddenly rained heavily, so I went to a small shop at the bottom of the overpass to take shelter from the rain. It is raining harder and harder. Half an hour has passed and my parents haven't given me an umbrella yet. I really can't wait any longer. I tried to rush home in the rain several times, but I didn't succeed. Instead, I got wet. Seeing me like this, the proprietress in the shop smiled and said to me, "Little friend, remember to take an umbrella with you next time you go to school. If you go home in the rain like today, you will get wet and get sick easily. I'll lend you an umbrella now and return it to me when you go to school tomorrow! " When I got home, I realized that my parents had not come back from work.

If the proprietress hadn't lent me an umbrella that day, I might not be at home at 7 o'clock. I'm not related to my wife's boss. She can help me. I'm really touched!

The growth history of Ba is about 300.

I remember one time, my parents were not at home. Seeing that it was getting late, I began to cook.

Maybe God will help me. There are my specialties in the refrigerator: tomatoes, wax gourd and ribs. I took out a kitchen knife and some tomatoes first. I put the tomatoes on the chopping block and had a hard time cutting them into "tomato slices" of different sizes. I put these tomatoes in a plate, arrange them in the shape of flowers and sprinkle them with sugar. What a brilliant smiling face of children!

Next is stewed melon and sparerib soup. I cut the wax gourd into pieces, cut the ribs into pieces and put them down for stew. After about 30 minutes, the soup is cooked. I took a bite and it was delicious! 1 It's really great!

I put these two dishes on the table and waited for them to come back quietly. 10 minutes later, my parents came home, saw the food on the table, and quickly praised me as a good boy.

This is a common thing that happened when I was growing up. It has enhanced our self-care ability, lightened a lot of burdens for my parents and made them feel that I have grown up.

Touching story composition of "Nine" personal experience

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