A touching story English composition

Ⅰ "A Success Story" English composition is about one hundred and twenty words

i

believe

that

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*** all

success

had

made

me

more

confident

than

i

was

before.

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i

dare

go

ahead

to

challenge

the

limitation

and

overe

the

underestimation< /p>

of

myself

with

more

confidence, which

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result

in

more

bigger

success,i'm

very

happy

with

the

success

and

confidence< /p>

i've

achieved

constantly.

now

you

could

see

the

relationship

beeen

success,confidence

and

happiness.

I believe small successes make me more confident than I used to be. Then I dare to continue to challenge limitations and become more confident in overcoming my own underestimation, which will lead to greater success, and I am happy with the success and confidence I have achieved. Now you can see successful relationships, confidence and happiness.

Ⅱ English touching story with parents

Mother & Child

It was Christmas 1961. I was teaching in a *** all town in Ohio where my enty-seven third graders eagerly anticipated the great day of gifts giving.

It was Christmas 1961. I teach third grade in a small town in Ohio. All 27 children in the class are actively participating in the "Gift Giving Day" activities.

A tree covered with tinsel and gaudy paper chains graced one corner. In another rested a manger scene proced from cardboard and poster paints by chubby, and sometimes grubby, hands. Someone had brought a doll and placed it on the straw in the cardboard box that served as the manger. It didn't matter that you could pull a string and hear the blue-eyed, golden-haired dolly say, "My name is Susie." "But Jesus was a baby boy !" one of the boys proclaimed. Noheless, Susie stayed.

A corner of the classroom was decorated with a tree, which was decorated with gold and silver silk and gorgeous colored paper. In the other corner of the classroom is a manger made of cardboard painted with poster paint, made by children's chubby, dirty little hands. Someone brought a doll and placed it on straw in a cardboard slot (pretending to be baby Jesus). Just pull on a string and the blue-eyed, blond doll will say, "My name is Suzy," but that doesn't matter. One boy said, "Jesus was a little boy!" But Suzy stayed.

Each day the children proceded some new wonder -- strings of popcorn, hand-made trinkets, and German bells made from wallpaper samples, which we hung from the ceiling. Through it all she remained aloof, watching from afar, seemingly miles away. I wondered what would happen to this quiet child, once so happy, now so suddenly withdrawn. I hoped the festivities would appeal to her. But nothing did. We made cards and gifts for mothers and dads, for sisters and brothers, for grandparents, and for each other. At home the students made the popular fried marbles and vied with one another to bring in the prettiest ones. " You put them in a hot frying pan, Teacher. And you let them get real hot, and then you watch what happens inside. But you don't fry them too long or they break." So, as my gift to them, I made each of my students a little pouch for carrying their fried marbles. And I knew they had each made something for me: bookmarks carefully cut, colored, and sometimes pasted together; cards and special drawings; liquid embroidery doilies, hand-fringed, of course.

Every day the children made something new Toys - popcorn chains, handmade trinkets and wallpaper-like German wind chimes that we hung from the ceiling. But from beginning to end, she was alone and watching from a distance, as if there was a barrier several miles long. I wondered what happened to the silent child, how the happy child suddenly became taciturn. I hoped the holiday activities would attract her, but to no avail. We made many cards and gifts to give to our parents, brothers and sisters, grandparents and classmates. The students made "fried" glass marbles at home, which was popular at the time, and competed with each other to get the best ones. "Teacher, put the glass marbles in the hot oil pan, let them heat up, and then look at the changes inside. But don't fry them for too long or they will break." So, I made a bottle for each student to hold "oil" "Bomb" sachets were given to them as gifts. I know that each of them has made a gift for me, too: bookmarks that have been carefully cut, colored, or glued into clusters; greeting cards and specially drawn pictures; clear edged dish linens and, of course, handwoven tassels.

The day of gift-giving finally came. We oohed and aahed over our handiwork as the presents were exchanged. Through it all, she sat quietly watching. I had made a special pouch for her, red and green with white lace. I wanted very much to see her *** ile. She opened the package so slowly and carefully. I waited but she turned away. I had not perated the wall of isolation she had built around herself.

The day of gift giving has finally arrived. When exchanging gifts, we kept cheering and applauding each other’s handmade small gifts. And the whole process, she just sat there quietly and watched. The pouch I made for her was very special, red and green with white edges. I wanted so badly to see her smile. She opened the package, slowly and carefully. I waited, but she turned away. I still couldn't get past the wall she had built around herself, the wall that separated her from everyone else.

After school the children left in little groups, chattering about the great day yet to e when long-hoped-for o-wheelers and bright sleds would appear beside their trees at home. She lingered, watching them bundle up and go out the door. I sat down in a child-sized chair to catch my breath, hardly aware of what was happening, when she came to me with outstretched hands, bearing a *** all white box, unwrapped and slightly soiled , as though it had been held many times by unwashed, childish hands. She said nothing. "For me?" I asked with a weak *** ile. She said not a word, but nodded her head. I took the box and gingerly opened it. There inside, glistening green, a fried marble hung from a golden chain. Then I looked into that elderly eight-year-old face and saw the question in her dark brown eyes. In a flash I knew -- she had made it for her mother, a mother she would never see again, a mother who would never hold her or brush her hair or share a funny story, a mother who would never again hear her childish joys or sorrows. A mother who had taken her own life just three weeks before.

After school, the students left in twos and threes, talking about the upcoming Christmas: they would find their long-cherished bicycles next to the Christmas tree at home. and a shiny new sled. She walked slowly behind, watching everyone crowded out the door. I sat down in the children's chair and relaxed a little, not at all prepared for what was about to happen. At this time she walked towards me, holding a white box in both hands towards me. The box was not packed and slightly dirty. It seemed as if it had been touched many times by a child's unwashed hands. She said nothing. "For me?" I smiled slightly. She said nothing, just nodded. I took the box and opened it very carefully. Inside the box is a golden chain with a shiny "fried" glass marble hanging from it. Then I looked at her face. Although she was only 8 years old, she had the expression of an adult. In her dark brown eyes I found the answer to my question. I understood in a flash - this was the necklace she had made for her mother, the mother she would never see again, the mother she would never be able to hold, comb her hair or tell stories with. Her mother can no longer share her childish joy and childish sadness.

Her mother passed away just 3 weeks ago.

I held out the chain. She took it in both her hands, reached forward, and secured the simple clasp at the back of my neck. She stepped back then as if to see that all was well. I looked down at the shiny piece of glass and the tarnished golden chain, then back at the giver. I meant it when I whispered, "Oh, Maria, it is so beautiful. She would have loved it."Neither of us could stop the tears. She stumbled into my arms and we wept together. And for that brief moment I became her mother, for she had given me the greatest gift of all: herself.

I picked up the chain. She took it with both hands, leaned forward, and fastened the simple necklace hook behind my neck. Then she took a few steps back, as if to see if it would fit. I looked down at the shiny glass beads and the tarnished gold chain, then looked up at her. I whispered seriously, "Oh, Maria, this is such a beautiful chain. Your mother will love it." We couldn't hold back the tears. She staggered into my arms and we both cried. For that brief moment I became her mother, and she gave me the most precious gift of all: her trust and love.

By Patricia A. Habada

Ⅲ A story about a successful man. An 80-word English composition! Urgent

yesterday

afternoon, i

walked

to

my

home

with

my

friend

after

school.

i

found

a

school

bag

on

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my

way

home

from

school.the

bag

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was

near

the

gate

of

our

scool.the

bag

is

blue

with

white

spots.there

was

a

red

pencil

box

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books,four

textbooks

in

the

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the

pencile

box, there

was

an

eraser,

a

pen, and

three

pencils.we

stayed

there

and

waited

for

half

hour

before

a

boy

came

to

us.it

was

his

bag.he

thanked

us

a

lot .

This is very simple and simple

Available for lower grades

I made it up myself

Ⅳ Take (a story) a story Write an 80-word English composition with Chinese translation for the title

My sister, a primary school teacher, was informed by one of her pupils that a bird had built its nest in the tree outside the classroom.

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"What kind of bird?" my sister asked.

"I didn't see the bird, ma' am, only the nest," replied the child.

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iption of the nest?" my sister encouraged her .

"Well, ma'am, it just resembles your hair. " The following is the translation of this joke, it may be helpful to you

< p> .Bird's Nest and Hair

My sister was a primary school teacher. Once a student told her that a bird had built a nest in the tree outside the classroom.

"What kind of bird is it? "My sister asked her.

"I didn't see the bird, teacher, I only saw the bird's nest. "The child replied.

"So, can you describe this bird's nest to us? "My sister encouraged her.

"Oh, teacher, it's just like your hair.

”

Ⅳ English composition of a touching story of maternal love

My Mother

My mother is a simple woman who es from the countryside with little ecation. But in my eyes, she is the greatest mother in the world. Her perseverance gives me courage in all my life. Whenever I have trouble doing something and think about giving up, the scene that happened three years ago to mother just e into my mind.

Having asked for a leave from the teacher, I left the boring class and went to home with my favorite novel tucked under my arm. Father was at work, brother was at school, mother wouldn't be back from her *** all store until evening. I felt very happy thinking that I would have the entire house to myself. I bounded up steps, burst into the room but was shocked by whatever I saw. Mother was sitting in the sofa, sobbing with her shoulder itching. I had never seen mother crying before. I went close to her, asking what had happened. She wiped her tears, forced a *** ile, and told me calmly that her *** all store was going to break. I didn't know how to fort her at the moment, but I did know what the *** all store meant to her.

Mother ran the *** all store in order for my brother and me to have a better ecation. As father worked with low salary which could merely afford the whole family's life necessities, mother had to try hard to earn money for our ecation. She was frantic to make money before she managed the store herself. She once worked day and night for months on end in a *** all restaurant

t. It was a very difficult period of time for her. But she never plained before us. Eventually, she had her own business by running the *** all store. And she really managed it well all the time with great efforts. I never expected that the store would break. This will undoubtedly take everything away from my mother. I couldn't help worrying about her. Mother seemed to read the worry on my face. She patted me on my shoulder, speaking with a faint ** * ile: "Well, it may not be that serious. I'll try to make it better whatever. We'll be fine, my dear boy." I was so moved by mother's words. It turned out that mother really rebuilt her business soon and the store ran well. I could imagine how much mother had paid for her *** all store business. It was really too much for a woman. But she never gave up. She just went ahead with her unusual perseverance. < /p>

Now both my brother and I are studying at college. Mother works harder to finance our ecation. She is struggling by all means to keep the store business going. Her unusual perseverance is so inspiring to me that I will never give up halfway in my life

Ⅵ English composition about touching stories in 80 words

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1.Everyone is attracted by beauty and beauty is powerful.But what is true beauty? Perhaps you can get the answer from the following story.

Everyone is attracted by beauty, and pods have great power. But what is true beauty? Maybe you can get the answer from the following things.

This morning I went to the market to buy some vegetables with my parents. On the way we all highly praised a young man in western-style clothes and leather shoes who was riding by.But he rode so fast that he knocked an old lady down carelessly. Instead of stopping, he pretended not to see this and rode away quickly. We were all very angry with the young man. To our happiness, a girl in plain dress ran forward at once, helped the lady up and took her home. We all praised the girl.

This morning, my parents and I went to the market to buy vegetables. On the way, we all admired a young man in a suit who was riding a bicycle. But he rode too fast and accidentally knocked an old woman to the ground. But he pretended not to see it and rode away quickly. We were all angry with the young man. To our relief, a girl in plain clothes ran over immediately, helped the old man up and took her home. We all praised the little girl.

From this we know we cannot judge a person by his appearance. A person who is beautifully dressed may not have a beautiful soul. Only a person who has a beautiful soul is really beautiful.

< p> From this we know that we cannot judge a person by his appearance. A person wearing gorgeous clothes may not have a beautiful heart, but a person with a beautiful soul is truly beautiful.

Ⅶ English composition about stories with friends

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i *** ybestfiend.sheisagirla

and

sheisinmyclass--class1,grade8.sheisverytall,becausesheoftenpiay

basketball

with

me.she

veryfriendly,sometime,ifshemeet * ** ,shewillsaid,"hello,mynameislingling,andnicetomeetyou,howareyou?"sosheisverywell,thisi *** yfriend--lingling,doyoulike?

I can think of a few more, but you didn't tell me the number of words. I don't know your level of English learning, so I only wrote these. I don't know if there are any grammatical errors. I hope it can help you.

Ⅷ Looking for a touching English story

English movie, Sideways, very philosophical and touching

Ⅸ Based on "an incident" "Write an English composition about the wonderful story of my life"

Different people have different opinions about job-hopping. Some people like to change jobs frequently because they don't know what they really good at; while some people stick to one lifelong job for they believe changing jobs frequently will have negative effect on making progress on specific field. As far as I concern, I think job-hopping has both advantages and disadvantages for the following reasons.

Ⅹ in English composition on the things that moved me in this battle

Chinese;

One thing that moved me

A small movement will move you ; A knowing smile will touch you; a word of understanding will touch you; a short letter will touch you; an encouraging look will touch you; every little thing will touch you. You are touched! There are many touching stories around us, as long as you find them with your heart!

Once, on a rainy and cloudy day, the fluorescent lights were turned on in the classroom. A fluorescent lamp above my head flickered very dimly. At this moment, a tall figure appeared in the corridor. He was thin, wearing a brown coat and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and walked towards the classroom step by step. Close, close! …I looked carefully and saw that he was holding a light tube in his hand. He came to my seat and said softly to me: "Classmate, can you lend me your desk? I'll change the lamp." I naturally stood aside and looked at this uncle curiously. The broken light tube was taken down, and sweat was already pouring from his head. I handed him a tissue, and he replied: "No, no, it's almost ready." Then he got back to work. I looked at his face being burned by the two lamps and wanted him to take a break. The light tube was installed, but he was still worried. He tried it a few times before letting out a long breath.

As I watched him walk out of the classroom, I looked at the light above my head, as if it was brighter than other lights. This light shone like a diamond. Looking outside, I saw that my uncle seemed to be holding four or five light tubes in his hands. He was walking slowly towards another class, getting further and further away... But in my eyes, he was always In this long corridor!

There are many touching things, and we need to have a pair of eyes to discover touching things and to look for them slowly.

Translation:

A to my sense of the move

A *** all action will help you move; A *** ile knowingly-and will let you move; An understanding of the word will help you move; A short letter will help you move; A encourage eyes will also help you move; Little drops of the little things will help you move! All around us there are many moving stories , as long as you put your mind to find!

Once, a rainy cloudy, the classroom open fluorescent lamp. In my overhead of a fluorescent lamp special to dim a glowing. At this moment, the corridor appeared a tall figure, he is thin, wearing a brown coat and wore a pair of dark glasses to the classroom, step by step, the orbit es along. Near, near! ... I a closer look he?