A story changed my composition.

The dog and the shadow dog and its shadow

A dog, with a piece of meat in his mouth, was crossing a stream and saw his own shadow in the water. He thought it was the shadow of another dog, with a piece of meat twice as big as himself. Therefore, he let go of his dog and attacked another dog fiercely, trying to steal his big piece from it. He lost two things: what he caught in the water, because it was a shadow; And his own, because the stream washed it away.

One of my story compositions

I really want to keep that innocence.

Back to the origin, the starting line of youth; Looking back, I lost my innocence, as if I were trying my best to retain it, but what I got was the breeze that time gave me.

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In my memory, the back of my childhood is vague. I gently raised my hand and opened the dusty memory book. A photo falls like a fallen leaf, reach for it. My mind went back to the past. At that time, we always wore beautiful flowered skirts with two croissants. When we started, the skirt fluttered with the wind and the braid was left behind, which was very cute. At that time, the smile was so sweet, so pure and so true.

When we were young, we were most looking forward to a colorful world.

Now, we have grown up. We like to wear fashionable clothes and dazzling jeans. We like to put our hands in our pants, let our hair down, put our long black hair over our shoulders, comb our bangs on our foreheads, some block our eyes, put headphones in our ears and listen to popular pop music. The eyeliner under our eyes makes our eyes look bigger. Eyelashes with mascara look long and curved, and lips with lip oil look elastic.

Yes, it's cool and fashionable. We are wearing light makeup, attractive and charming, but we can never get rid of the bruises in our eyes and the pain in our hearts, not to mention the innocence and sweet smile.

Now, I always yearn for the loneliness and loneliness that can only hold my black corner and lavender.

That photo is tightly held in my hand, with some nostalgia, some ridicule, some irony ... maybe more emotions in my heart.

We are all growing up, we will all lose it, and the past will always be understood after it is lost-when those things have become the past, all retention has become air.

I really want to cherish this tide.

Mother is ill and lying in the hospital.

I stayed at home, lying in a warm big bed, but my eyes were wet. I wiped my eyes with my fingertips, moist but warm. All I can think about is my mother's bent back in the light ...

What should I do when my mother is away? My heart hesitated.

I sat on the sofa and watched TV carelessly, but my thoughts had drifted to my mother's side. Through the curtains in the kitchen, I vaguely saw a figure under the light: my hands were swinging back and forth, my body was wobbling, as if I were going to fall, but I was still busy. That's mom, and my heart is full of joy. Isn't she in the hospital?

I walked slowly and approached quietly. I no longer doubted that it was mom! She didn't feel well, but she ran out of the hospital to cook for me. At that moment, my heart hurts inexplicably, my throat feels choked, I can't make a sound, my nose is sour and I can't breathe. I shed tears, and the tears in the corner of my eyes slowly slipped down my cheeks. ...

My eyes are blurred. In the dim light, I vaguely saw my mother's gray hair. The light reflects the white hair, which is more and more striking. Every gray hair tells my mother's love for me, and how much sweat and hard work she has infiltrated.

I am like a little princess, so carefree all day, but I have never found myself slapping myself hard in my heart. The crow's feet beside my mother's eyes are engraved with countless days and nights. Her selfless dedication is deeply imprinted on my heart like this crow's feet. Mother's mouth cracked, like straw baked repeatedly in the scorching sun. I think this is caused by mom's constant nagging! I can't help feeling a little distressed. The wrinkles on my mother's hands are like a ravine, and I am trapped in this ravine.

I didn't say a word to my mother. I just walked slowly to my room and sat on the bed. Silently, my tears came again. Recalling the thrilling scene just now, tears flowed down and soaked my clothes. Now I understand that my mother's love for me is selfless.

Mother's love, like the tide, impacts my heart. I was lying in bed, dreaming a beautiful dream. I dreamed that I was the sea, and I will cherish this tide forever. ...

I really want to walk with the moon.

When I was a child, I was always fascinated by my grandmother's singing, with a little simplicity, a few freshness and a strong local accent. I couldn't get enough of it. Just like a new jar of old wine, it is fragrant and sweet and irreplaceable.

Most of the songs brought by songs are about the moon. I was still ignorant at that time. The song that lingers in my ears makes me full of yearning and curiosity about the moon. I vaguely feel that the moon always seems to have an unmasked veil. I feel rich happiness from my grandmother's songs.

Grandma hasn't read many books, but she describes the image of the bright moon just right. Grandma said that on the moon, a child was drawing water by the spring. It is said that the water in the spring's eyes is holy water, which can cure eye diseases, and children take pains to draw water just to cure their mother's eye diseases. I feel very moved, so I always look at the moon and children in the sky with my chin in my hand, but I always look through the moon but I can't see the children clearly. So that expectation went further, and my curiosity about the moon increased day by day.

I've been away from my grandmother for almost three years now, and I haven't seen much. My thoughts about grandma have taken root in my heart. Accustomed to the noise and luxury of the city, I miss the natural customs of the countryside more. I think of lying on the haystack in my hometown, playing with a straw in my hand, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through my fingers, and only insects chirping in my ears. The quiet night is simple and simple. The moonlight is not stingy, and the silver halo is sprinkled in every corner of the earth. I like the color of the moon. It is said to be the color of unicorn blood, splashed a little. The clear sky in the distance is beautiful and dreamy against the moonlight. ...

The world is full of light, and the moonlight like water is also unscrupulously sprinkled on me. She crosses the sky, shines on celebrities and gentlemen in the world, and embraces ordinary people like me. Yes, Li Bai's "I'm awake, and the twilight of the low moon is on the rafters, like your face, still floating in the air" is good, Wang Wei's "Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" is elegant, and Su Shi's "When will the bright moon come, ask the heaven for wine" is unrestrained, and the famous sentence has been passed down through the ages and become a household name, just like this.

Later, on an unforgettable day, I forgot who I knew. The moon was just a lifeless star, and I was disappointed. But at the beginning of the bright moon, I still leaned over the window and stared at the moon and the child who was drawing water. The moon is as beautiful as ever. Beside the straw pile, grandma is still telling me about the sacred moon in my heart. Listening to grandma's story, looking at the moon, the child is still there, the well is still there, and the dream is still there. Even if they will disappear one day, no, they won't. Their beauty and mystery have already left an indelible mark on my innocent heart, and they have long been my hope.

On a quiet summer night, the bright moon in the sky is getting more and more beautiful. I often think of the moon and feel disappointed. The moon, near, looked up and asked, "Moon, how are you?" The moon has become more elegant and simple, as if it were an independent masterpiece. Even Ma Liang's magic pen can't draw such bright colors. Half-rolled embroidered curtains, sultry guqin and fragrant teas dance lightly with the moonlight. Looking at the moon, smiling indifferently, I hope the scenery of the moon can reappear in front of me in the happy month when I was a child. ...

In June, I passed a dream and wanted to go with the moon.

I really want to get attached to Ye.

Leaves, like grass and flowers, are embellishments of nature and a ray of light in life. I don't know when it became attached to me.

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When I was a child, I heard from my mother that when I was born, there was an autumn leaf floating on my body. My mother hung it on my chest and wished me a healthy and happy growth. The edge of the leaf rings from now on.

Leaves are the children of trees, and they are the foil of trees. And I am a green leaf, always accompanied by a big tree-my mother who raised me for many years.

I remember one autumn when I was five years old. I watched the autumn leaves falling with the wind, and I couldn't help feeling a little sad. Not very sensible, I took my mother's gentle and weather-beaten hand and gently asked, "Mom, why did all those leaves fall?" Is it the big tree' mother' who doesn't want them? "Mom smiled without a word.

I cocked my head, thought about it, and then asked, "Mom, if I grow up one day, will you not want me?"

My mother looked at me affectionately and said softly, "son, you are my mother's baby." How can my mother not want you? " Those leaves are because they have grown up and are going to find a new home. Next spring, they will return to Dashu's mother. "

I still remember that time, I nodded vaguely and understood vaguely: in fact, people are just like these leaves. Autumn leaves hanging on my chest seem to understand my mind and flutter gently with the wind.

I didn't realize until now that there are so many things in my indissoluble bond with Ye. Just like tender and delicate maternal love ... I found that I was so eager to grow up before, but now I am afraid of growing up and want to indulge my maternal love for a while. But I know that I am like a leaf, and I will leave my parents one day to pursue my dream and create a new world of society.

Every day, pick up a leaf; When I grow up, I will make a collar to repay my mother.

In this way, I became attached to the leaves and accompanied by love.

The composition topic "A story has influenced me" is more than 600 words and less than 800 words. The teacher asked me to write it. If I want to take it to the competition, I will give two references ~ ~

Composition 1

I am a student who is about to enter junior high school. Although Xiaoshengchu is a small part of intermediary life, it left me unforgettable memories.

When I first entered the sixth grade, I didn't know that junior high school exams were so cruel, but I always heard graduates say, "Junior high school is over, it's annoying!" However, when I really tried, I realized that it was really serious. In the next semester of the sixth grade, I can only immerse myself in the ocean of learning Olympic mathematics, English and composition every day, and I don't know when I can swim to the shore. It is really sour and bitter, beyond the understanding of "layman" at the beginning of Xiaosheng. I just want to say "give up" in my heart. I didn't understand. Why should I go to a good junior high school? Go to a middle school! It's not that you can't become a talent without learning these things. Then American primary school students can become talents without learning! Give up, there will be no more difficulties waiting for me, and I will be happy when I get out of them. Just when this idea came into my mind, I happened to read a book and a short story attracted me. It is called "Difficulties can make wings stronger". It's about a child who broke a small hole in the cocoon of a butterfly in the garden. The butterfly struggled hard for a long time and made no progress, so the child "kindly" cut the cocoon with scissors and helped the butterfly out. But butterflies just crawl with shriveled bodies and shriveled wings, and never fly. Children don't know that butterflies can only fly by squeezing body fluids onto their wings through small holes in cocoons ... When I finished reading it, I realized the importance of difficulties. Only difficulties can make me more mature, and only persistence can make me more successful. A philosopher said, "One must never get into trouble." On the contrary, if we don't back down, the difficulties will be halved.

This short story made me regain my confidence in the face of difficulties, study happily, never miss any opportunity of exams and interviews, grasp myself, exert my best ability, study hard, and finally get into a school that my parents and I are satisfied with.

Through this junior high school, I understand the ups and downs in life, which gives us the ability to never give up and stick to it, and also makes us feel that learning is very interesting!

Composition 2

The reason why the sky is so blue and moving is that it contains every cloud, big or small.

The garden is so colorful because it contains every kind of flower, regardless of beauty and ugliness.

The reason why the stream is so lively and clear is that it contains every fish jumping and frolicking in its chest, no matter how many there are.

Parents tolerate me in the dribs and drabs of life and change me in the dribs and drabs of life.

Last week, when I got home depressed and nervous, I rang the heavy doorbell. My father opened the door with rough hands, his eyes were bloodshot, he coughed from time to time, and even said in a hoarse voice, "My daughter is back!" " There is a touch in my heart. But what I know more clearly in my heart is that they didn't educate me well when I was a child, so every week, teachers specially invite parents! I walked in the door and my mother followed me and told me what happened today. My father didn't scold me for not hitting me, but said nothing, but I got a chance to play-flying a kite.

The next day, some kites were flying in the blue sky. I took out the "ever-victorious general"-eagle kite, made all the preparations, and put it away with my parents, but my heart was always a little uncomfortable and depressed. The kite string is broken and my * * * is spreading. Youth is like a kite in February. I want to be free and I don't want to be bound by that string. After the line was broken, I found myself confused and could only degenerate ... but my parents tried their best to chase after it, and there was no joy, only anxiety and sadness. They ran as hard as they could, and the two figures seemed to disappear, but they clearly saw my eagle kite. It turns out that my parents have always tolerated everything about me, even if I made a mistake. I trotted over to fly a kite, but I swore that I would never cut that thread again.

It turns out that tolerance can be a person's thought. Because of tolerance, there is the story of Wu Zetian's appointment of talents. Because of tolerance, Lincoln became a great president. Because of tolerance, I understand that love is a kind of support, and support makes me know how to enjoy love, create love and get a spiritual spring.

A story changed my composition.

I have read many books and books about maternal love.

Zheng Zhenduo once said something that I will never forget: "Everyone is a friend when you succeed, and only your mother is your partner when you fail. I like this sentence very much, because what he said is right. Only your mother is the person you deserve to love and trust most. "

I read such a story: a senior three student wanted a review book for the college entrance examination, but his family was poor, his father died early, and his mother could only pull the two sisters by herself. His mother didn't sleep well for three days to buy him a book, so she bought a pirated book. He hated his mother in his heart and never gave her a good look again, but when he took the exam, he found that the so-called college entrance examination review books were all lies. None of the above topics. After being admitted to a famous university, he found the review book while packing, only to find that the blank part of every page of the book was changed by his mother. He decided to treasure the college entrance examination review book, and he wrote the following words in neat font on the title page of the book: maternal love is like a book, not pirated.

This story is very touching. I like it because it makes me feel that maternal love is everywhere.

I remember one time: it was a winter, and wearing a school uniform was not as warm as a down jacket. When I came home from school, my knees felt cold. My mother saw me rubbing my knees all the time and thought I was cold and my knees hurt. She immediately went to buy me a pair of warm pants and a warm baby. I was in tears and felt very warm. I touched her hand, it was cold and icy, and suddenly it became mine.

My mother is very important to me. She brought me into this world and experienced a lot of pain, which made me grow up as happy as I am now. Although she sometimes loses her temper with me, and I was angry at that time, it took me some time to think about it carefully, and I realized that she was also very upset. No mother wants her children to go bad.

Every mother in the world can devote herself to her children without any need. They don't need anything in return from their children, just pray that their children will grow up happily and be useful to society.

Mother love is like the sun, shining on us and keeping us warm; Motherly love is like a street lamp, which shines on our progress and makes our future road brighter; Motherly love is like a gust of wind, sometimes mild and sometimes severe.

Everything else in the world is fake and empty. Only maternal love is true, eternal and immortal. We love our mother because she gives us more love, care and touch.

Composition "A Story that Moves Me"

The boy and his sister lived together, and their parents died young. He is her only relative. So boys love their sisters more than themselves. However, disaster befalls these two unfortunate children again. My sister is seriously ill and needs blood transfusion, but the blood in the hospital is too expensive, and the boy has no money to pay any expenses. Although the hospital has exempted the operation fee, it is impossible not to transfuse blood. Without blood transfusion, my sister will die As the only relative of my sister, the boy's blood type is the same as my sister's. The hospital asked the boy if he was brave and had the courage to bear the pain when drawing blood. The boy hesitated a little, 10-year-old brain thought it over. Finally nodded, solemnly and solemnly nodded. It seems that an extremely important decision has been made. The face is full of courage and responsibility. When drawing blood, the boy quietly didn't make a sound, just smiled at his clinical sister. After the blood was drawn, the boy lay motionless in bed, staring at the doctor injecting blood into his sister. After all the operations, the boy stopped smiling and asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long can I live?" The doctor wanted to laugh at the boy's ignorance, but he was shocked by the boy's bravery. In the brain of a boy 10 years old, he thought that blood transfusion would kill him, but he was still willing to donate blood to his sister. At that moment, the boy's decision was brave all his life and he made up his mind to die. The doctor's palms are sweating. He squeezed the boy's hand and said, "Don't worry! You won't die, and blood transfusion won't kill you. " The boy's eyes lit up: "Really, how many years can I live?" The doctor smiled, full of love: "You can live to be 100 years old, young man, you are very healthy!" " "The boy jumped from the bed to the ground, jumping and jumping happily. When he turned around the ground several times to make sure that he was really okay, he rolled up his arm again-the arm that had just been bleeding, held his head high and solemnly said to the doctor, "Then give half my blood to my sister!" "We have all lived for 50 years." Everyone was shocked. This is not a child's unintentional promise. This is the most selfless and pure commitment of mankind. Share your life with others equally, even if you are like a father and son and a loving couple, how many people can say it so frankly and do it so willingly?

A story influenced my writing.

One hot noon, I angrily pushed open the door and rushed into my room. My mother was cooking when she saw me lying in bed and taking it out on a teddy bear, so she came in with her.

"What's the matter with you? Who bullied my precious son? "

"Hum! I saw Li on the road, watching him push his bike with a casual look. I asked him if he was criticized by his mother, and he suddenly pushed me away and shouted at me,' Go away!' I will reply to him:' Don't go away. In this way, the two of us just hugged each other and quarreled. "

"Thought is what? Let's' prime minister belly punting' ". Then he told me something very interesting, and suddenly, I forgot.

But when I look into my mother's eyes, I always feel that things are not that simple.

I went to learn painting in the afternoon and didn't go home until after three o'clock. After school, I skipped home. When I opened the door, there was no one inside, only a piece of paper on the ground. I picked it up and saw it was a short story about an iron bar trying to pry open a big lock, but it took a lot of effort to keep it from opening. Here comes the fine key. He opens the big lock. Bang, the big lock opened. The iron bar asked, "How did you open it?" "Because I know its heart better than you."

I looked at the last line of the red line and my eyes were straight. Suddenly I felt that things were getting more and more complicated, and another feeling flashed through my mind. I think that if people want to get along well with others, they must understand each other. They are like a key, go deep into other people's hearts and get to know them.

Alas! Maybe I'm really wrong.

Composition: The story of my growing up.

Hooking hands for a hundred years has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.

Yesterday, I fell out with Yue because of a trivial matter. Today, I still keep a "distance" from Yue. I know Yue fell out, so I can't fall out this morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child. With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily. After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers. "Time can dilute everything?" But can you dilute the contradiction between Yue and me?

Today, after bidding farewell to Ming in tears, Ming set foot on the train under the North. Since then, the so-called "seeing each other late, parting longer" has been vividly reflected on this parting occasion. It is because of the pain of parting that we cherish the gathering we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will stay too long for an unnecessary post. It is precisely because of the pursuit that our best friends in the past will be separated now. The good ones may be better in the future, and the bad ones will be strangers.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of the first in the class, its vanity was extremely inflated, and its popularity was "overnight", while the city "won" the "championship throne" from the bottom of the class. After this result, the city did not shed tears, because it was learned that men could only shed tears in their hearts. So, the city child in the class dementia for a few days.

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Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest. `````

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is written with smiles, tears, success and failure as music scores.

I was innocent when I was two hours old. Also made a lot of jokes. Now that I think about it, I still have new memories.

Mom and dad are very busy at work. I went to a small kindergarten class when I was two and a half years old. At that time, the teacher was in class and I couldn't listen. One day, all the children were drawing pictures, and I was rocking my chair to play. I rocked my chair, fell down and hit the corner of the table. The tooth pinched a hole in the tongue, and the skin on the lips was scratched, and bright red blood flowed out. You can't take medicine, you can't dress it, you can only endure it. I didn't shed a tear. The next day, my mouth was swollen like a pig's mouth, so I went to kindergarten.

A story changed my composition.

I have read many books and many books about maternal love.

Zheng Zhenduo once said, I will never forget: "When we succeed, we are all friends. But only mother, she is the partner of failure. I like this sentence very much, because what he said is right. Only your mother is the person you can love and trust most.

I read such a story: a senior three student wanted a review book for the college entrance examination, but his family was poor, his father died early, and his mother could only pull the two sisters by herself. His mother didn't sleep well for three days to buy him a book, so she bought a pirated book. He hated his mother in his heart, and he never gave her a good look after that, but during the exam, he found that the so-called college entrance examination review books were all deceptive and had no questions on them. After being admitted to a famous university, he found the review book while packing things, only to find that the blank part of each page was changed by his mother. He decided to treasure the college entrance examination review books. He wrote the following words in neat font on the title page of the book: maternal love is like a book, and there is no piracy.

This story is very touching. I like it because it makes me feel that maternal love is everywhere.

I remember one time: it was a winter, and wearing a school uniform was not as warm as a down jacket. When I came home from school, my knees felt cold. When my mother saw me rubbing my knees all the time, she thought I was cold and my knees hurt. She immediately went to buy me a pair of warm pants and a warm baby. Tears filled my eyes and I felt very warm. I touched her hand. The weather is cold and cold. Suddenly my heart thumped and I felt very sad. I cried.

My mother is very important to me. She brought me into this world and experienced a lot of pain, which made me grow up happily like this. Although she sometimes lost her temper with me, I was angry at that time, but after a while, I thought it over carefully and realized that she was also very sad. No mother wants her children to go bad.

Every mother in the world can devote her energy to her children without any help. They don't need any return from their children, just pray that their children will grow up happily and be useful to society.

Mother love is like the sun, shining on us and keeping us warm; Motherly love is like a street lamp, shining on our progress and making our future road brighter; Motherly love is like a gust of wind, sometimes mild and sometimes severe.

Everything else in the world is fake and empty. Only maternal love is true, eternal and immortal. We love our mother, because she has given us more love, more care and more touching.

A story makes me happy enough to write 400 words.

What is care and what is friendship? In this complicated world, many people are confused, but I am deeply moved by an apple.

This is a story of a war era. The story is short, but very touching. The story tells that during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, a transport vehicle found an apple halfway in an anti-gun hole at the war base. He gave it to a company commander, who refused to eat it and gave it to other soldiers. None of the soldiers ate it. In the end, everyone ate together, but there was more than half left after eating ... On this night of war, every soldier was moved.

Reading An Apple, the soldiers brought the scene of the apple to my eyes. Who is not thirsty? Who doesn't want saliva to moisten his throat? However, they are not thinking about themselves, but others. Their conditions are too hard. Because of an apple, we saw the deep friendship between soldiers and company commanders, and realized their noble quality of thinking for others.

Think about our generation, all the treasures of the family, all loved by parents. They always think of us, think of us, just like the article "An Apple", full of care and warmth. And we, with the love of our elders, seem to take it for granted. We always think of ourselves first. Compared with these soldiers, we are really ashamed!

Learning an apple really benefited me a lot. I want to follow their example and study hard. There are others in my heart, and I don't care about my own gains and losses.

Write me a story of 600 words.

With the passage of time, our life experience has gradually become more and more abundant. Similarly, we are slowly waiting for the day when we are old. This is inevitable. We can't just wait silently, so we will come to this world, so it must have some meaning for us. We can't blindly pursue an ordinary life, but we must make some contribution to our own life, even if it is so small.

Since I'm here, why not build my own sky by myself? Everyone has his own strong, brave and tenacious spirit. It is with desire that we should have confidence in ourselves and find our interests.