A beautiful story composition 39

(1) A moment to warm the heart 39 words

A moment to warm the heart

What is warmth? Warmth helps each other. What is warmth? Warmth is happiness given in a short moment. What is warmth? Warmth is to keep winter from the cold temperature.

It's a cold morning, and I'm walking on the road against the cold wind. "Boo-hoo ....." A cry floated into my ear under the transmission of the wind. Looking in the direction of sound propagation, a little boy's pants broke a big hole in the knee, and the red blood stained the broken corner of the pants, which was creepy to watch. I looked around again. There were so many pedestrians, but none of them would lend a hand to help him. Can they turn a blind eye? As soon as I took a step, one corner of the sleeve was pulled by a hand. Looking back, it turned out to be a little girl. She said to me, "Sister, don't help him. He is a famous nuisance in our class and always bullies others." I thought about it and said, "Little sister, he is a human being after all, and it hurts. Maybe he did that just to prevent himself from getting hurt!" " I said to my little sister earnestly. My little sister seemed to understand the truth, nodded and walked behind me. I looked back at the little boy. He had disappeared, and at the moment I turned my head, I saw a thin little girl holding a little boy trembling and walking hard. Time seemed to stop at that moment. The little girl was obviously not strong enough. A stone at her feet tripped her again, and she stumbled and almost fell down. I quickly ran to help, only to see the little girl's forehead was already beaded with sweat, as bright as a diamond. But she didn't say a word, and her little hands were enlarged in an instant. They were big hands, loving hands, warm hands and selfless hands.

at this moment, my nose felt sour, and tears immediately rolled down one after another without a source. I was completely moved by this warmth. It turns out that in the cold winter, there can also be such a warm moment and such a warm scene! In the face of those who sit idly by, the little girl's spirit is noble, because she didn't run away for my words. She didn't sit idly by like others, but rushed up with a step. That speed was particularly fast. Liu Xiang should not be so fast!

in a warm moment, the seeds of love germinate at that moment; In a warm moment, the warm wind floated at that time; In a warm moment, the distance between us is the same as friendship. Because, in a warm moment, the warmth has found a shortcut and passed.

(2) My childhood interesting composition 39 words

Happy childhood is like a rainbow after rain, colorful and gorgeous, and many interesting things I have done are like bright little stars flashing in the childhood sky. Occasionally, mentioning it by yourself or others will lead to a burst of laughter. Next, I will tell you a very interesting thing when I was a child.

It was the summer after my fifth birthday, and my mother gave me a red balloon with a picture of the Monkey King walking on clouds. As long as you throw it gently into the sky, it will fly lightly into the air and then fall. < P > It's very interesting. I always show it off in front of children. One day, just after a heavy rain, many small pools accumulated in my yard. When I saw that the rain stopped, I ran to the yard to throw balloons. The balloon whirled in the air, and I chased it and

shouted, "What fun! It's beautiful! " Suddenly the balloon landed in a small pool. I quickly ran over and picked it up. Unfortunately, there was a large piece of muddy water on the balloon. What to do! I was clever and remembered the last time I got my handkerchief

dirty and my mother took it to the fire. Why don't I also bake it with a fire? Yeah, roast mud with fire. But mom bakes handkerchiefs in winter. How can there be a big stove in summer now? I remembered that when my mother made a fire,

always lit some paper with fire first. So I also found paper. I took the balloon into the house, found a match, lit the paper, and then quickly brought the balloon stained with muddy water close to the fire. Suddenly, the balloon exploded with a bang. I got such a fright that I couldn't help jumping up. The beautiful balloon suddenly turned into pieces. When I wake up, I can't help crying ...

Up to now, whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing.

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(3) Write a 39-word composition about reading

The story of reading

Reading is the source of my happiness. I love reading novels very much, but my mother doesn't encourage me to read casual books.

a Friday. In the evening, I opened my schoolbag and just slipped out a novel book from it. I picked it up and began to read it with relish. Reading and reading, my mother asked me to go to dinner. I couldn't scream well. Sure enough, my mother asked me a fatal question: "How much homework have you written?" I was dumbfounded because I didn't even move a word! Mother knew that I didn't write a word when she saw that I didn't answer. So he shouted, "Don't read extracurricular books for a month!" "no!" I smiled bitterly and asked my mother for mercy: "No!" Mom just wouldn't do it, so I had to steal a book! When my mother takes a nap, she secretly takes out the book to read, although she still has to pay attention to her mother-absent-minded, but she looks at winning and not reading.

But the "disaster" still came. The more I watched it, the more fascinated I became. Finally, I forgot to pay attention to my mother. I didn't know that my mother came to my room, so I had to meet her "meteor shower". A good book is like a good teacher, but why does mother object? I know, my mother thinks my grades are not good, and wants me to watch more regular classes. He thinks that extracurricular books don't have much knowledge, but regular classes are full of knowledge, so my mother did it for my own good.

in order to study, I want to study hard, and I want to study hard for the right of reading freedom!

(4) Write a composition about reading in 39 words

The story of reading

Reading is the source of my happiness. I love reading novels very much, but my mother doesn't encourage me to read casual books.

a Friday. In the evening, I opened my schoolbag and just slipped out a novel book from it. I picked it up and began to read it with relish. Reading and reading, my mother asked me to go to dinner. I couldn't scream well. Sure enough, my mother asked me a fatal question: "How much homework have you written?" I was dumbfounded because I didn't even move a word! Mother knew that I didn't write a word when she saw that I didn't answer. So he shouted, "Don't read extracurricular books for a month!" "no!" I smiled bitterly and asked my mother for mercy: "No!" Mom just wouldn't do it, so I had to steal a book! When my mother takes a nap, she secretly takes out the book to read, although she still has to pay attention to her mother-absent-minded, but she looks at winning and not reading.

But the "disaster" still came. The more I watched it, the more fascinated I became. Finally, I forgot to pay attention to my mother. I didn't know that my mother came to my room, so I had to meet her "meteor shower". A good book is like a good teacher, but why does mother object? I know, my mother thinks my grades are not good, and wants me to watch more regular classes. He thinks that extracurricular books don't have much knowledge, but regular classes are full of knowledge, so my mother did it for my own good.

in order to study, I want to study hard, and I want to study hard for the right of reading freedom!

(5) Story composition of childhood 39 words

Childhood is like a golden field, full of joy of harvest, laughter and intoxicating fragrance.

Childhood memories are like golden ears of rice, so I will choose the most beautiful one to share with you.

I remember when I was a child, I went to my aunt's house. At that time, there was a dog in my aunt's house. I often moved it here and there with branches to tease the dog. Once, somehow, as soon as I got near, the dog barked and scared me to sit on the ground and cry. Grandma heard this and rushed over to drive the dog away. "go! Go! You beast! " The dog barked even harder. Grandma kicked her foot, but she was bitten by a dog. Up to now, grandma still has scars on her legs bitten by dogs.

I remember that when I was in the first grade, I carried my newly bought schoolbag, used new stationery, looked at newly-developed books, made many friends, and started my study career with the smile of my teacher.

The most unforgettable thing is a relay race held by a school. As soon as I played, my heart began to beat faster. I was afraid that I would fall behind, and the baton in my classmates' hands approached me. I can't help sweating in my hands. It's my turn! I took the baton and ran away, forgetting my opponent and myself. "hey!" I tripped over a stone and my hands were bleeding. My classmates all sweated for me. I shook the soil and endured the pain. At this moment, I have been left behind and feel desperate. But when I think of the cheers of my classmates and the honor of Class One, Grade Six, I feel strong in my heart, run quickly again and finally cross the finish line.

childhood is golden and beautiful. Childhood memories are like pearls embedded in my heart, and I will never forget them.

[6] A composition: A beautiful song of 39 words

Growing up is a song, with high and low voices, joy and sadness.

The wonderful rhythm and blues is its prelude, the hip-hop with jumping rhythm is its main theme, and occasionally a few tragic symphonies are interspersed in the middle, and the natural and brisk Polka is its ending. Growth is such a simple but rich song.

when you were born, you began to write the music of life. The first is the blues of life, which is wonderful and relaxed. Every note reveals the joy of new life, and every melody plays the yearning and longing for the future of new life. In this way, the blues began the prelude of life.

when you step into the school gate, you suddenly feel suddenly enlightened. There are companions, teachers and knowledge. At this time, the tone of life began to change, becoming dynamic and full of vitality. It is this hip-hop that haunts your ears, and it is the main theme that really accompanies your life. Remember, it is so fresh and beautiful every day. Occasionally a test, looking at the bright red 7 points, tears poured down, and I felt heartache for the first time. Listen, hip-hop is no longer easy, silently say to yourself: "Don't be afraid, I can do it!" " Hip-hop ended in an instant and became a magnificent symphony. This vigorous movement sprouted a flower seedling with confidence in the bottom of my heart. The longer it grew, the more prosperous it became, and the whole body was full of strength and determined to catch up. Suddenly sat up, ran to the wilderness, looked at the eagle in the sky, and shouted, "I'm not afraid!" " At this time, the symphony is more powerful and unstoppable. For the first time, I felt inner comfort and infinite strength.

When you go through ups and downs with hip-hop and vigorous symphonies, you have gone through hardships and twists and turns. With a flick of a finger, time goes away, and we are over sixty years old. The brain still clearly plays the brisk polka. Listening to this seemingly out-of-date music, I recall the original past time. Looking at the moon by the fence, I think a little, and Polka is still cheerful. Suddenly, it was quiet all around, and no sound was heard any more. When it's over, life ends. Maybe attachment may be a pity, but that's all.

Growing up is a simple and tortuous song, with movement and quietness, joy and sadness, the grandeur of "I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves", the sorrow of "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine", and the open-mindedness of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely". Let's cherish every note, chapter and melody in the song of life.

Growth is a song, let's savor it with our heart.

⑺ 39-character composition Beautiful Chinese characters

In life, it is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of eyes to find beauty. People like beautiful Hua Hudie, beautiful headdresses and beautiful clothes, but I like beautiful Chinese characters.

Horizontal, vertical, skimming, pressing and dot, seemingly simple strokes, have infinite mystery. Every Chinese character is made up of these simple strokes. The word "Tian" looks like a piece of heaven and earth, square; The word "rain" looks like rain at first sight. Aren't the four points in the middle raindrops in the sky? The word "smile" looks like a smile on a child's face; At first glance, the word "cry" is like crying ...

Without Chinese characters, there will be a lot of happiness, just like crossword puzzles, jokes and homophonic allegorical sayings, which will bring you infinite happiness! ! !

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Childhood is a colorful box, which contains many interesting memories, one of which-"the bowl is leaking". Whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing.

It was several years ago that I went to my grandparents' house to play and have lunch. My brother Chaochao, who is two years older than me, and I had a "* * * lunch" meal, but there was a real difference between me and my brother Chaochao. Brother Chaochao has only white rice in his bowl, but what about me? Plus a poached egg. Brother Chaochao looked at this "luxurious food" and "coarse silk rice bran", and his heart was not balanced, so he wanted to play a joke on me. I picked up my rice bowl and ate it myself. Chaochao's brother came over with a sly smile. Suddenly, Chaochao's brother changed his expression and pretended to be surprised. He said to me, Xinyu, your bowl is leaking, and your rice has fallen out. Your rice will soon be gone. Then you have to eat one of your poached eggs. Can you be full if you eat one at noon? Don't be hungry in the afternoon and come and grab my snacks from me again to fill your stomach. As soon as I heard it, I believed it, and quickly turned the bowl upside down. Alas, my delicious poached eggs left me immediately, and my happy mood immediately fell to the bottom. However, some people were happy and others were worried, and Chao Chao's brother beamed. Of course I want to get back at him. I picked up a belt, came to the table, threw it at my brother and shouted, Snake, run, run! My brother threw away his shoes and ran into the back room, which made me laugh.

In the colorful box, there are colorful things, my smirk, silly things I have done ...

Beautiful memory composition 4 words

The horse of memory took me to the beach of memory. How many bittersweet things are there in that Qian Qian shell! Some are touching and some are happy. Sorry … I'll tell you a story about the most beautiful shell.

It was my birthday. My parents were waiting for me at the door after school at noon. I ran as soon as I saw them coming. They called a car by the side of the road. Their behavior in the car showed that they were people who didn't often take taxis. Dad's leg was "sitting" with a cake transported by motorcycle. I thought I was going to a five-star hotel where my classmate Liu Ziyang went for his birthday, even if it was a two-or three-star hotel, but when I arrived at the destination, I found that this was a very humble small restaurant, which made me disappointed. When I arrived at the restaurant, I saw a couple sitting inside-friends of mom and dad.

after ordering a few dishes, we began to eat. During the meal, they kept talking to themselves and didn't care about me at all. They simply ignored my existence. After dinner, my mother asked me to bow to the aunt, and I said why. Mom said, "If it weren't for this aunt, there would be no you." Oh, I see. Just make a bow. I was about to bow when she lifted me up and said; "Son, you should bow to your mother. She was almost hit by a car trying to buy you a cake." Walk to mom