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The story composition of the beginning
Ⅰ The story has just begun. 10 essays of 700 words.
Whenever I finish copying something, my family will say: "Yes, but this is just the beginning. Continue." Work hard. At first, I just thought there was a profound truth in this sentence, but as time went by, I really understood its meaning - only by being optimistic and calm about everything you encounter in life, when you choose to start again , you will be relieved to find that life will be different.
When I walked out of the primary school gate, I thought I graduated and everything was over, but when I put my schoolbag on my back again, I left. When I entered the middle school classroom, I understood immediately - it turns out that elementary school is just the beginning.
When the unbridled wind roared, the world was disturbed. After the strong wind, the plants in the garden were all scattered. , lost its vitality, even the old tree died. I thought to myself: What a pity, it is not easy to grow so big. But when I saw the new sapling, I understood - oh, it turns out that this was just now. Beginning.
At that time, after experiencing the heat, the gentleness of spring, and the coolness of autumn, winter became an uninvited guest again. In the cold wind, I complained: "The years are ruthless. "The year has passed again." But after winter, a new seedling changed my view. Spring flew over with a graceful dance. Listen, the world of birds and flowers is calling to you. The new year is coming soon - —It turns out that everything has just begun.
Ⅱ Essay on the story behind success
Everyone has successes on the road of life, but more people have failures. If you have never failed, then you are not a human being! Only when managers fail more will they grow up and wake up and gain inspiration from success. I have always been very lucky when I was born, and I have never had any setbacks.
When I was a child, I often stood upstairs and watched my neighbor’s children competing on bicycles. I really want to be like them, but although I have a children's bicycle at home, I can only ride a four-wheeled one. Now that it is a two-wheeled one, I am unbalanced. My father often encourages me, but I am timid and never want to. . Finally, in the afternoon of that day, after watching dozens of competitions, I finally couldn’t hold it any longer and pushed my two-wheeled bicycle downstairs. I stopped in a deserted place and started practicing. The practice was pretty good. I rode nearly 8 meters before falling. I never believed that I would not succeed. I fell like this. After falling for the eighth time, my self-confidence was seriously affected. I fell to the ground and had no strength to get up again. At this moment, I suddenly remembered what my father usually said to me: "Stand up bravely from wherever you fall, and victory will always be in your hands." "I stood up bravely again. This time, I would not be a coward anymore. I tried hard to get on the car and rode hard. I finally succeeded! Later in the competition, my performance was pretty good.
“Failure is the mother of success. "As long as you work hard, even if you fail many times, as long as you are confident, success will not be too far away from us!"
Ⅲ The story begins with () Semi-propositional composition
Whenever I see the books in the bookcase, I can't help but feel a burst of joy, but do you know? I used to not like reading at all. I remember that year, my mother held a stack of thick books, walked up to me and said with a smile: "I bought some books for you today. Can you read three books in two weeks?" "No! "I said without thinking. "Why is it bad! Look at Lan'er next door. Two bookcases are filled with books, but where are your books? Even half a bookcase is too big for you." Mom put down the book, frowned, and said angrily . "Okay then!" I said duplicitously. My mother nodded and walked away. When I saw this, I was thinking about reading extracurricular books, okay? He put the book aside.
Two weeks later, my mother walked up to me again and said softly: "Have you finished reading the three books?" After hearing this, I woke up from the dream and thought: What should I do? I haven't read a single book and I'm going to get scolded this time. Seeing my serious face, my mother said calmly: "You haven't finished reading it yet! It doesn't matter, just watch it for another week!" My mother patted my head and walked away. I blushed when I saw my mother's amiable smile, and said to myself: "I can't let my mother down." Then I took out "Charlotte's Web" and started reading it. After 10 minutes, I was surprised by this I was fascinated by the dazzling words, and I felt because Charlotte worked so hard to weave a web for Wilbur... We can go without eating or sleeping for a day, but we cannot go without reading for a day, so let us "read well" , read a good book! ”
Ⅳ A 400-word essay on the story of me and books
I love reading and am a true “little bookworm”. Books are my best friends. It has taught me a lot of knowledge and made my life rich and colorful.
When I was more than two years old, I was still illiterate. My happiest time was when my mother told me stories every day. I had to listen to them three or four times before I gave up. Therefore, I became attached to books. There was an indissoluble bond. "The Story of Dudu Bear", the honest and cute Dudu Bear in it taught me how to be a good child. I never make any noise when listening to stories. I sit down for an hour or two, completely immersed in the ocean of books. I once felt happy because of the happy ending of the fairy tale, and I once shed tears because of the tragic fate of the protagonist. The beautiful and kind-hearted Snow White, the clever and lovely Little Red Riding Hood, the hard-working Cinderella... these characters are all deeply imprinted in my mind and cannot be forgotten.
As I got older, I was no longer satisfied with listening to other people telling stories, and began to explore the mysteries in books on my own. I started to recognize Chinese characters and learn pinyin. I bought many books with phonetic notation, and then I couldn’t wait to swim in the ocean of books.
Later I went to school and learned a lot of words. I loved to read all kinds of books. I learned a lot from "Five Thousand Years of China" and "One Hundred Thousand Whys", and also read composition-related books. In books, I have accumulated a lot of good words and sentences. If I think they are good, I will excerpt them. Sometimes when I encounter a word I don’t understand, I just look it up in the dictionary. While others were playing, I ran to the bookstore, dived into the pile of books, and bought a good book when I saw it. Sometimes I borrow some books from friends and relatives. I heard that the school library can borrow books for free. I was so happy that I went to borrow them every Wednesday. I think the reason why I study well now is because I have read a lot of books.
Once, I heard that there was a book called "The Naughty Little Horse Tiao" that was very good, so I asked a friend to borrow it. After reading it, I felt that it was not enough, so I bought another book. In this way, I almost finished reading the entire set of "The Naughty Bao Ma Xiaotiao".
Now, books have become an indispensable part of my life. Even though I am very busy with studies, I still take time to read. Sometimes I even dream that I am roaming in the sea of ??books. From "The Story of Dudu Bear" to "Grimm's Fairy Tales", from "One Hundred Thousand Whys" to "Five Thousand Years of China", from "Journey to the West" to "A Dream of Red Mansions", and "Around the World in Eighty Days" , "The Secret of the Treasure Gourd" and so on. There are already many books in my bookcase, and each book is neatly placed on the shelf. I regard them as the apple of my eye. They are well preserved and each book is wrapped in a book cover. Sometimes when I have nothing to do, I just pick up a book and read it, and I can read it with gusto.
There are many more stories about me and books, and I can’t tell them all...
Ⅳ Story composition about me and...
About me and books
My first book, I can no longer find it, and when I recall it, the impression is not very deep. It is like a night pearl in the deep sea. Although it is precious, its light is just a blur. A little bit, not very eye-catching, but it really existed without any adulteration at all, and it has extraordinary significance to me.
I feel a little tired when I recall it. It has been so long that I almost forgot about it.
The clues and pictures I tried to recall were as if they were covered with a layer of fine sand, not very clear. I vaguely remembered that there were cats, dogs, monkeys, and an elephant painted on them. The rest was really Can't remember. What impressed me deeply was that my mother often read the stories to me while I was lying in bed. To this day, I still clearly remember my mother sitting by the bedside, reading emotionally and vividly, and I also kept my eyes open as hard as I could. I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I will miss some exciting part. At that time, when I was young, I knew little about the stories my mother read, but I was sincerely curious about the book. I especially wanted to know how there were so many stories hidden in this thin book, and there were naughty and cute characters in each story. Children and those naughty and clever animals.
Whenever I am alone at home, I can’t help but touch the book. I feel that it is as good-behaved as a good child, not running around or making mischief, so I never forget it. Do not use it as an object of destruction. If someone at home is reading a book, I will open it and pretend to read it. Sometimes I don't even know I have taken it down.
My biggest wish at that time was to be able to hold that book and tell stories to my parents, as beautiful and beautiful as the stories my mother told me.
Later, I learned to read and read stories by myself. I really hoped to read more books. My parents also supported my idea. I studied hard and did my homework seriously. Gradually, the number of words I knew increased from few to more, and the books I read also increased from thin to thick. Curious, I began to tentatively read some selected essays, and slowly discovered that the essays were actually very interesting. Each essay left me with a feeling of unfinished content. Composition selections completely replaced storybooks, but this could not satisfy me, so I began to read some famous works. In those colorful words, I feel that the book is really a wonderful world, full of colors, joys and sorrows. Later, I began to read some literary masterpieces, first in abbreviated versions, and then in the original works, reading the profound thoughts of ancient literati and the wonderful writing styles of today's famous writers. I have more and more books day by day, and my life has become inseparable from books. Books have completely integrated into my life.
My bookcase is now full of books, and they stand there quietly, waiting for me to read them one by one. But what I cannot forget the most is my first book. It is the starting point of my reading journey and the guide on my reading journey. Thank you for my first book!
Ⅵ Composition: The story has just begun 8 pieces
Life is like an endless adventure. In this adventure, you will experience many things. Just when you are tired and panting Only then did I realize: the story has just begun.
"The story has just begun." I saw this sentence when I accidentally opened a book. Faced with this sentence, I had a feeling of déjà vu. The box of memory seemed to be opened at once and I fell into deep memories.
It was a scorching afternoon, and I was carrying a heavy bag (because of the passage of time, I can no longer remember what it was.) Walking on the road, my legs were no longer Just when I wanted to stop and rest, my friend came over and said to me: "The story has just begun. If you want to give up now, you will have to do more in the future." Will I give up more and then regret it alone? "After hearing this, I seemed to gain an inexplicable strength and quickly became full of fighting spirit
Another cold moment. It was a windy night, and I didn't go home because of my unsatisfactory test scores. My heart hurt like a knife, and tears welled up in my eyes. Finally, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer and burst out of my eyes. I don't care, just let it flow freely on my face. Suddenly I saw a dark figure, and when I looked up, I saw my mother's anxious look. My mother didn't ask any more questions, she just said to me calmly: "The story has just begun. One failure means nothing." I looked up at my mother and saw her firm face, and suddenly I felt something in my heart again. confidence.
From then on, whenever I encounter difficulties, I will think of this sentence.
We must work harder for our tomorrow! The story has just begun...
Ⅶ Growth Story Composition (600 words)
Everyone’s growth story is different. There are joys and pains in growing up, and some There is joy and sorrow, there is thinking and exploration, there is pursuit and yearning, there is success and failure, but the story of my growth is mixed with a hint of helplessness.
I am now a middle school student, and my subject knowledge has also increased. The needs are increasing, and homework is busy rushing to join in the fun. Homework is like an invisible five-fingered mountain pressing down on me. Especially when the exam is coming, I am afraid that others will leave behind the homework, so I study hard. Wearing ‘black glasses’ to school the next day, he almost became a national treasure. Alas, when can I have a holiday? I'm looking forward to it.
The dark clouds of the final exam finally dispersed, and I took a long breath. The long-awaited vacation has quietly arrived. That day, my mother and I went to xx bookstore and brought back a lot of books. Happiness was like a caterpillar, tickling my whole body and making me want to laugh.
The joy and relaxation of the holiday were also passed on to my mother. My mother took me to the xxx cafeteria opposite the bookstore. The story unfolds...
We chose a seat by the window and sat down. My mother told me: "This is a cafeteria. You can choose the food you like. There are mutton skewers at the corner ahead. Go get two." I ran forward. I found a tray, quickly took out two mutton skewers, and returned to the table. I saw my mother's eyes widened and her mouth opened into an "O" shape: "Oh my God! That's raw mutton! No, there is also a bunch that is not mutton, but raw chicken hearts." The waiter smiled at the side. , said: "Come, I will send it back for you, and let uncle bake two cooked ones for you." I looked at my aunt dejectedly and took my plate. His face felt as red as iron. I lowered my head, but I always felt as if the eyes of the entire restaurant were focused on me. Everyone seemed to be laughing at me, a boy who only knew how to eat but didn't even recognize mutton skewers. Mom said: "I think if those mutton skewers were multiple-choice questions drawn in the book, you would definitely not be mistaken." Mom looked at me meaningfully.
Yes, if you can only do the questions in the book, you are just talking on paper. Life is full of knowledge. Only by learning to observe carefully can you continuously enrich your knowledge and life experience, otherwise you will be like me (you don’t even know mutton skewers).
Recommended on 2017-12-19
Ⅷ Childhood Story Composition
Suitable for girls:
Candy House
There is a fairy tale kingdom in a distant place, and the residents there are very strange: the big bad wolf is the star here, and he stars in the three little pigs...the little pigs are his partners! Snow White's palace, Cinderella's house, the flower elf's cabin...
Suddenly, the time tunnel brought the candy house to the human world.
The door of this candy house is made of chocolate. The dark chocolate has not melted in such a hot temperature, but is still glowing. A roof made of cookies and candies decorate the hut. After a while, the surrounding area was surrounded by children, and some even boldly climbed up to eat the delicious food.
At this time, the door opened, and an old witch came out, wearing a robe and holding a cane. She said angrily: "Go away, who told you to eat my house!" The children dispersed with a "hula" as soon as they heard the scolding.
A little girl looked in through the window made of sugar and saw a little girl mopping the floor. With tears in her eyes, she said, "My brother, where are you?!" This girl It's Gretel. And her brother is looking for her.
The little girl Xiaoye felt very sorry for Gretel. Help her find her brother in the morning, and come over to chat with her in the evening.
A month passed like this, but there was still no news, and Gretel seemed to have lost her patience. She often lost her temper with the little girl, scaring Xiaoye so much that she dared not speak out, and even kept her away "thousands of miles away"...
Once, Xiaoye was walking on the road, lowering her head and thinking. As she walked, she was thinking in her head: "What should I do?" Suddenly, a voice came: "Miss, do you know the character?" Wright? Is the candy house there? How to get there?" He asked three questions in one go. Xiaoye raised his head and looked at the strange boy in front of him. He was wearing a hat with feathers and clothes like Gretel. "Oh, you must be her brother! I know her, come with me!" Xiaoye said excitedly. At this time, excitement filled their hearts.
"Gretel, Gretel!!!" Xiaoye knocked on the door and shouted loudly. At this time, they came back, and it turned out that Gretel and her brother were the grandson and granddaughter of the old witch. A few days ago, the old witch was still sad! Now, she said happily: "We are going to open a candy store, welcome you back, child!"
Soon, the Happy Candy House opened here, and the old witch was very happy, because now not only her grandson and Her granddaughter calls her "Grandma," and all the children in the village call her "Grandma." You can imagine how popular the Happy Candy House is!
Suitable for boys:
King of the Forest
One day, the lion went to the lake to drink water. When he saw his old face, he couldn't help but sigh: " Alas. It's time for me, the king of the forest, to change." said the lion.
The next day, the lion told everyone, "Each animal takes turns to be the 'King of the Forest' for ten days. Whoever is the best will be the king." There was cheering from below.
The first one was the tiger, who ordered: "Every animal must learn the tiger's bark from me every day and every night." Ten days later, the animals' voices were hoarse.
The second mouse, he ordered: "From today on, every animal can only live in a hole and steal food at night." Ten days later, the dark circles under the eyes of the animals came out.
The third one was Kangaroo, who immediately ordered: "Every animal will jump and walk like me." Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and the animals were exhausted.
The fourth one is Xiao Niao Dang. The animals all thought: Will they fly in the sky every day and live in the bird's nest? The bird said: "Every animal can live its own life." There was cheering from below. The lion said: "No need to turn, the little bird is the king of the forest!"
The mice, tigers, and kangaroos were not reconciled. The mouse shouted: "Why can the little bird be the king of the forest? Our advantages There are so many!" The tiger and kangaroo also said: "Yes, yes. We have many advantages." The lion said, "Do you think the animals are very happy?" The mouse hesitated and said: "This, this." It’s not our fault, it’s because they are too stupid!” The bird retorted: “It’s not that they are too stupid, it’s that you are too disgusting. Every animal has its own life. For example, swallows will not go to cold places. Polar bears like cold places!” The animals also cheered: “That’s right, it’s absolutely right to choose the bird as the king of the forest!” In the end, the bird became the king of the forest. . . .
Ⅸ How to write a composition about my story
Everyone is familiar with "story". Everyone has their own story, which may be similar to others, but it is always unique to them.
Everyone knows the "story", but what about my "story"? Hehe, everyone must not know it! Want to know? (No one will want to know.) Don’t worry, I’ll tell you slowly.
My story begins from the moment I was born.
When I was almost one year old, I lived with my mother at my aunt's house.
At that time, when I had just learned to walk, I would stagger around behind my brother all day long. Whatever my brother did, I would follow him.
When my brother was more than one year old, he went to elementary school. Every time he went to school, I would follow him to watch him read and do homework.
That was when my brother just learned Pinyin, and he kept chanting "a, o, e..." every day. So, I listened and "learned" it. "a, o, e..." Naturally, my mother's laughter followed.
When I was older, I lived with my mother at my great-aunt's house. At that time, I pestered Grandpa all day long. Once, I went home with my grandfather and asked him to hold me. The aunt next to me was afraid of tiring my grandfather, so she decided that he would hold me. I quit immediately and cried and asked my grandpa to hold me. At that time, I tried my best to shout the word "grandpa", but what came out was "yi...yi...", which made everyone around me laugh. So, I became everyone's "pistachio".
In this way, in countless days, accompanied by countless interesting things, I turned seven. I entered first grade at a primary school near my home. At this time, I began this long and short primary school career.
At the age of eight, my great-aunt’s grandson (I call him brother) transferred to our school to attend the sixth grade. My brother should be a big brother, and he should let me go. (At least that's what I thought at the time.) But that's not the case with him. He has a naughty streak and quickly became close to his younger brother. As you can imagine, my eight-year-old life was spent crying "miserably".
Four years later, I entered the sixth grade. In the sixth grade, I changed from a "good girl" to a "naughty bag". I learned to curse and fight. At that time, I kind of understood how that brother felt. But I understand friendship, separation, and sorrow.
This year, I am fourteen years old and I have entered the eighth grade. I have grown up. In our youthful Class 8 (4), I have made more friends and experienced more happiness and warmth!
Although my story stops here, it does not end. I believe that my stories will be more exciting in the future!
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