Fractional short story writing

"One" My post short story composition is 300 words.

In the class, each student has his own small post, undertakes different responsibilities, and consciously completes it.

My small post is an English class representative. At that time, I felt very proud and thought to myself: teachers and classmates trust me so much, I must work hard to serve everyone and do my duty well.

But not long after I took office, I tasted the taste of making "sandwich cookies". Look, it's time to collect your homework. "Please hand in last night's homework." I cleared my throat and said loudly.

"Class representative comrades. Let's hand it in in ten minutes to make sure it's finished. " The sound of "tractor" came from my ear. "Class representative, if you dare to hand in your homework now, I won't stop you." This is the roar of bombers.

Oh, my God! In desperation, we had to wait until everyone handed in their homework before sending it to the teacher. However, it is inevitable to "enjoy" a storm in the teacher's office: "Why did you hand out your homework so late? How did you become a class representative? " This makes people feel ashamed and wronged. It's like a mouse entering a bellows-both ends suffer indignities. At that time, I really wanted to quit, muttering: "What class represents a' sandwich biscuit'."

Later, the teacher patiently helped me and taught me a lot of tips to do a good job. Gradually, I tasted the pleasure of serving everyone in a small job.

Now I do my work in order. Every morning, I will arrive at school early, help the teacher collect the homework of the previous day and send it to the teacher's desk. After the teacher finished correcting, I took my exercise book back to the classroom and gave it to my classmates. Some students encounter difficulties in their homework, and I will patiently explain; Some students are slow in doing their homework or forget to hand in their homework. I will remind them again and again.

In our collective, everyone contributes his own light and heat in a small post. I firmly believe that if you do every little thing right now, you will have the most authentic and beautiful experience!

A short story of a celebrity who can write a composition 100 to 200 words.

(3) The beginning of the short story composition about philosophy.

Life is this moment.

"Living elsewhere" is a futile pursuit. Life elsewhere is always worth pursuing, however, this is not the case. "Elsewhere" is only used to adjust "here", and real life is not "elsewhere" but "here". Life is here, right in front of us, at this moment, in our hands. Walk slowly and enjoy the scenery all the way, for nothing but "living here". When you have a choice, what you choose is not right, but you will not regret it. Yesterday has become history, and there is no need to regret it if you turn it over; Tomorrow hasn't come yet. Although it is full of infinite possibilities, it is still an unknown. No matter how painful the past is, how beautiful the future is. Cherish every day that belongs to you and live every moment with your heart, because you live here, at this moment, at this moment.

/kloc-in the 0/9th century, the French genius poet Rambo created the phrase "live elsewhere"; In the 20th century, the Czech novelist Milan Kundera made this sentence known to the world.

"Living elsewhere" is a futile pursuit. Life elsewhere is always worth pursuing, however, this is not the case. Everyone is eager to live elsewhere. In fact, other places are only used to adjust here. The real life is not elsewhere, but here.

An emperor has been trying to dominate the world all his life, but he is always in his hospital bed. Two grandchildren are playing in front of the bed. One of them asked, "Grandpa, what do you want to do most now?"

The emperor looked out of the window at the endless territory and said leisurely, "Let me take you two for a walk on the beach at sunset for five minutes, and you will be satisfied in this life."

On his deathbed, the emperor finally understood "living here". Unfortunately, he understood it too late. Blessed people are those who can be satisfied with the present life and enjoy its richness. No matter where "life" is, pursuing and enjoying is just a way, and the most important thing is life itself.

For each of us, our "here" is the "other place" of others, and it is the place that others expect and yearn for; In the eyes of others, your "here" is beautiful, but you don't know it yourself, or you don't know how to cherish it at all.

This is because we are always used to describing other people's lives with our own imagination, but when "somewhere else" becomes "here", we will gradually lose our original feelings, then get bored and want to find a new "somewhere else", which will never be satisfied. In fact, life is here, right in front of us, at this moment, in our hands. Walk slowly and enjoy the scenery all the way, for nothing but "living here".

Flowers bloom not to fall, but to bloom more brilliantly. Life is a process, not just an end. If you really let you get the ending you want at once and let the whole process disappear, will you be willing?

We always dream of living our ideal life, which may not be wrong in itself, but if we are too obsessed with the future and too worried about reality, it will violate our own life, and our life is doomed to be spent in complaining, complaining and disappointment.

None of us can change what will happen tomorrow. Many times, the so-called foresight is alarmist and useless. You live here now, "somewhere else" not far away; You live in the present, not any time in the future.

There was a famous philosopher in India who fascinated many women. One day, a young woman knocked at the door and said, "Let me be your wife! If you miss me, you can't find a woman who loves you more than me! "

Although the philosopher liked her very much, he replied, "Let me think!" " "The philosopher used his spirit of delving into knowledge to list the pros and cons of getting married and not getting married, only to find that good and bad are equal. I really don't know how to choose. He fell into long-term pain. Finally, he finally came to a conclusion: when faced with a choice and unable to choose, one should choose the one that has never been experienced.

Report card story composition 400 words.

The exam results came down today. When listening to the results, my heart kept pounding until the teacher read "Zhou Jieya, excellent in Chinese, minus 2.5 in math and excellent in English." I felt a sort of surge of relief. The teacher said that there are thirteen excellent students in our Chinese, but only five are absolutely excellent. We are a little behind in math, and only two people get excellent grades. The teacher asked again, "Who is wrong with the vertical question? Whoever is wrong will play the top ten boards when he goes home. " Then the teacher asked, "Who miscalculated? Whoever is wrong should hit the top 20. " The teacher then asked, "Who did the wrong thing in the third sub-question of the application problem?" It should be hit by 30 boards. " I was a little embarrassed when I heard this. Because I made two mistakes, both of which were right by Teacher Zhang. One is that the vertical question is correct, but the horizontal question is not written. One question is oral calculation, and the answer is 16. I wrote 18. Ten minutes after Mr. Zhang finished speaking, Mr. Tang pushed open the door and came in. She said: "The last question in English listening is to draw a robot. Its head is triangular, its body is square and its arms are rectangular. " The teacher also said that some students drew a robot and drew the graphics mentioned in the recording next to it. Because they drew all the graphics in the recording, they didn't lose points. Strictly speaking, none of them can get excellent grades. Only three people got pure honor, namely Zou Tong, Zhu Mingzhu and me. In fact, I answered this question correctly, because I didn't know how to say arm in English at all, so I thought, the head is triangular and the body is square, so there are neck, legs and arms. I thought it would be nice to use rectangles for all three anyway, so I drew rectangles for my neck, legs and arms regardless of what was said in the recording, and the teacher wouldn't give me any marks. I didn't think I was right! I'm lucky in this English exam, and I can get everything I don't know right. Finally, Mr. Tang asked, "Who is satisfied with his grades?" No one in our class raised their hands. Teacher Tang said: "The students who got full marks are still not satisfied. Where do you want to go? " Then, our perfect students raised their hands. In less than a minute, Mr. Tang forgot what she just said. She asked us, "Why do you raise your hands?" Oh, I'm very satisfied with your grades! "

Generally speaking, I am satisfied with my final exam results. I want to thank our three teachers: Miss Guo, Miss Zhang and Miss Tang. I want to say to them: "thank you!" " I will continue to work hard, make greater progress and strive for better results!

Wu's short story or composition about sharing or contributing, the shorter the better, within 150 words.

1 Lincoln once dreamed that he was attending a meeting. When he walked, everyone made way for Lincoln. At this time, one of the large crowd whispered: He is just an ordinary person. Lincoln listened and said, friend, God likes ordinary people, so he gave birth to many ordinary people. When Fang Fang, a famous figure in the Tang Dynasty, was not an official, he once wanted to remarry instead of being widowed. Lushi went to the room and dug out an eye to show that he would never change his mind. Later, Fang recovered from illness and rose to the position of prime minister, always showing great respect for his wife. When Mozart was six years old, he gave his first concert in the palace in Munich, Germany. As soon as the floor in the palace was smooth, he slipped as soon as he entered the palace door. At this moment, a little princess came over, picked him up and kissed him. Once, a friend treated him. During the dinner, he remembered that there was a bottle of good wine at home, so he told his friends to wait and go home to get the wine himself. Friends were waiting around, but Newton didn't come back, so we had to investigate. It turned out that Newton thought of an experiment on his way home. When he got home, he plunged into the laboratory and started the experiment, completely forgetting about entertaining his friends with wine. On another occasion, when he was hungry, he boiled eggs to eat, but while thinking about the problem, he put the eggs in the pot. The problem was solved. When he wanted to eat eggs, he opened the lid and picked up his pocket watch. On one occasion, a performance competition imitating Zhuobeilin was held in a certain place, and as many as thirty or forty people participated. Zhuo Beilin himself participated anonymously, and finally won the third place. Zhuo Beilin thinks this is the biggest joke of his life!

"Lu" my achievement story composition is 300 words, just give me the materials (growth) and be true.

My mother is nearly seventy years old and in poor health. I don't know how much longer I can stay with her. I know I can't predict the future, but I can cherish the present. So in my spare time, I often go home as soon as I get off work to chat with my mother and talk about old things. Mom is often the happiest at this time.

Sometimes we talk a lot about childhood. Speaking of these, one thing is essential, because this is the pride of my mother's life. Actually, I have forgotten, if mom doesn't mention it.

That was when I was six years old. My mother went to town for a meeting. I don't know who was reading the notice posted on the wall when she passed the gate of the town house. Vaguely, my mother heard my name. She doesn't know what it is. Later, people told her that so-and-so got the first place in the town unified examination. Isn't that your son who won the first place in town? For many years, when I talked about it, my mother always said, "Hey, isn't that my son?" I can feel that kind of heartfelt joy. And talking about this is also my mother's happiest time.

In fact, I was still in preschool at that time, and I didn't even know what the exam was. So I have lost all other impressions of winning the prize. What impressed me the most was the award-winning hat, and the scene where the old headmaster gave us the hat and led us to clean the classroom with dust.

Of course, after winning the prize, I know that if I get a good grade in the exam, my mother will be very happy and there will be something prize.

In the first grade, there are fewer chances to get the first place, often second and third. It is difficult for me to get the first place because one of the students who failed the exam got good grades and got full marks in every exam. In our primary school, I am often the first person to get the chance to get on the podium, so I feel particularly lost when I receive the award. The second and third grades are usually like this. I don't remember being particularly clever. Copying a composition for the first time. I remember just a few words at that time, "Wednesday morning, we went to the playground to dig mud, picked a load, picked another load, and put it aside ..."

When I was in the fourth grade, I took part in a math exchange contest and unexpectedly won the first place in the town. I was chosen to take part in the county competition. Before I left, my mother cooked some hard-boiled eggs for me. Before leaving, the majestic headmaster called me to his office and told me the departure time. Unfortunately, I didn't sleep well one night, because I shared a bed with President Yan. I did badly in the exam the next day and failed. Later, I won a praise award and a pen. I suspect that everyone involved may be a praise award. Of course, the situation in this case has not been confirmed. But anyway, this is a more brilliant scene in primary school life.

The fifth grade is relatively dull, because several students with good grades have moved to nearby big cities. Of course, I am the first, and there is no gold in the competition, so I won't mention it here. What I want to say here is the sixth grade. At that time, the three schools around me merged in the sixth grade, which was of course the first. By that time, I had finished reading most of Mr. Jin Yong's novels, and it was naturally handy to write them. At that time, my writing level was really outstanding. I remember that once in the town's unified examination, I got the second place in the town in Chinese, only the first place 1 point. It is said that I got full marks for that article. In the exam, I wrote thousands of words and more than two thousand words. I was surprised to hear that the teacher who corrected the paper gave full marks. I was thirteen years old. This is also a more glorious thing in my life. So sometimes in retrospect, if I had listened to the teacher completely and didn't read those novels, my composition level might still be at the stage of plagiarism. Later, I thought that it is not necessarily a good student to listen to the teacher completely.

Although my wife said my article was long and smelly all day, it was much better than the first one I copied. I am very satisfied with this.

Of course, I am the best in that place. Of course, if the scope is larger, it may not be. I'm not saying this here to show off, because I think some things are still written down with a pen, and this memory may last longer.

Until now, I am really proud, mainly because I have brought glory to my parents and hope to their hard work.

Story composition of "Qi" report card

After receiving my report card, my mother solemnly announced to me, don't surf the Internet casually, don't play games, don't play Q, and don't keep a pet (I don't care about this, anyway, I have long wanted to give that pet away, but no one has taken her in). (fortunately, my mother is merciful! A series of "can't" and "can't bump left and right" in my mind made me a little dizzy ... My "rights" were taken away by this long series of "can't be easily".

I just wanted to refute my mother, but my mother rushed to say, "You went to QQ, and your former classmates asked you how your exam results were." What's your answer? " Although I failed in the final exam, my mother can't always come to me with this. ) well, after all, my mother is really fierce, because this sentence is right on the point! ! I was so asked by my mother that my face was hot. I swear that I will grow up soon. Like my mother, I will do anything, not only to control the five-foot man in our family, but also to control my pathetic child. ) I went back to my study and secretly wrote this "Examination Inventory" to vent my unhappiness! ! !

In fact, I know in my heart that my mother is as right as a mirror, because this is the first time I have done so badly in the exam. My mother called my favorite tian teacher and asked the teacher what to do. When tian teacher asked me about my grades, my mother said that I screwed up this time. Tian teacher also asked me to get more than 90 points, which made me feel ashamed. My mother took care of face, kept my good image in front of my most beloved teacher, and didn't expose the "good" grades that made my whole pillow wet with tears. Just say I didn't do well in the exam, or my face will be lost by this "good" score. Even my mother is the best couple!

I learned from a painful experience and asked my mother how to set a goal. My mother said mercilessly, "You should be invincible in math and English, and Chinese is cheaper for you. I don't look at the scores to see the rankings! " "Ah," I screamed. I cried earth-shattering, and there should be no big problem with math. English … He Jinhao, Wei Yuan and Wu Shaofen are all so good. They have more English than me for several years. If they speak forcefully, they will be forceful. My God … This time, they are dead! Chinese is more difficult. This time, I failed the Chinese final exam! Who hasn't thought about the standards my mother gave me! But how to do it, not to mention that there are many strong people, what should I do? What should I do? Anyway, anyway, we have to take a chance, even the small sweet potato is not willing to give in to others. Come on, there is justice in the world, and there is always a reward for giving. What you say is not as good as what you do. If you want to do it, do it best!

Next, cough ~ cough ~ ~ Now analyze the results of small sweet potatoes.

Let's talk about Chinese first. As for the score, well, forget it, because I can't say those two Arabic numbers. Alas, it's a pity to let me do this ... alas ... for the first time! ! ! I will never let that score appear on my test paper again. I will make that shameful score a thing of the past forever.

Let's talk about mathematics. At the thought of my math grades, tears can't help flowing downwards, flowing and flowing. At this time, my tears move faster than the pen tip! ! ! God, if I check it carefully, I'm sure I can catch that reckless decimal point. Then I can meet my good friend 100, I can go to Guilin to see my grandparents, and I can get everyone's praise and the prize of Sister Potato … but I just didn't check it. I thought I would get full marks, but when the math score (I can't say it, I can only imply that it's not 100) appeared in front of me, I ... I ... Alas! I am ashamed to cry at school, but my heart is crying.

At the school leaving ceremony, I looked helplessly at the only person who got full marks in our grade-the captain of the school. I looked at her triumphant appearance, and my heart was sour and unspeakable. Why didn't I get 100, but it was my fault, not that I couldn't? I only blame myself for being too careless, too careless, too careless, and that annoying carelessness made Hongyan and me.

Finally, speak English! I did badly in the first two exams. I thought English would be better, but this subject seems to be against me, not so good. Wrong math and crooked English. It never rains but it pours! As for the score, I don't want to say. Anyway, the first place is not poor sweet potato. When my mother heard my English grades, the bright smiling face suddenly clouded over and a gust of wind made me dizzy. Soon it made me feel so cold, and then a heavy rain fell from the sky. I just wanted to run-wow-0.00000000001sec, and I was already a "drowned rat". Ah ... I stayed in the tornado for nearly an hour, and finally the wind and rain stopped. ...

600-word composition of the report card of Ba's Story

After the exam, Mr. Li solemnly announced in front of the whole class: "Everyone did well in the exam. In order to reward you, I will implement a reduction plan. Students who scored 96 points in the Chinese test can skip the Chinese part of winter vacation life; Students with a score of 98 can skip not only the Chinese part of winter vacation life, but also the fine print. Students who are admitted to 100 can be exempted from all Chinese homework. " Teacher Yuan also said: "The tabloids can't do anything for students who get 95 points in the math test, and those who get 100 can only do oral calculations." We were very excited after hearing the news. When I get home, I still can't calm down and look forward to getting my report card as soon as possible.

Finally, there is the parent-teacher conference on June 5438+1October 65438+May 5. I came to school early to rehearse the performance of our art team, but I was worried about my report card. When I got it, I was so happy. I was very satisfied with my score in this exam. At this time, I thought of my parents, who helped me review before the exam. Dad often "accompanied the prince to attack books" in obscurity. No matter how late I do my homework, my father stays with me. During the review period, my father got up early every day, woke me up early and asked me to go to school to review first. Dad also told me repeatedly that teachers must listen carefully and not be absent-minded in class review. Maybe the question the teacher said is the test question! My mother also cares about me. I will ask her when I meet a question that I can't answer. No matter what she is doing, she will always come at once and tell me patiently and carefully until I understand. I also want to thank all the teachers who have taught me. Last semester in the fourth grade, my composition level was still very poor, with a maximum score of 80 points. In the fourth grade next semester, although I made some progress, my highest score was only 90. Since the fifth grade, my composition level has finally made a big leap. Teacher Li began to correct each of my compositions more carefully, tick out the beautifully written words, circle the accurate words, put a five-pointed star on the vivid paragraphs, and correct them under the typos. My writing reached a maximum of 95 points this semester, and everyone praised me.

The teacher's "comfort" to winter vacation homework is actually an affirmation of what he has learned, and it is also encouraging everyone to achieve better results. I will strive for more "liberation" in my future study.

Ninth grade composition, a report card story.

The story of a report card is white paper, the black font is flashing smartly, and the tiny numbers hurt my heart deeply. My tears rolled down my face without restraint.

"That's it! ? "It seems lukewarm, but for me, it is endless sadness and helplessness.

"Didn't you claim to be in the top five? But now, see for yourself what the score is! " It's my fault. I hung my head and kept silent. Let her scold me.

"Mom ..." I choked up, and my heart was another kind of sadness.

"Why can others get more than 90 points, and you can only get 88 points? Ah ... "The long sigh stirred my thoughts and made me feel pain. Then there is the deep back ...

I grabbed a few mouthfuls of dinner and washed it briefly. Lying in bed, I got up the courage to read the sad report card again. I pursed my lips and my mouth began to twitch.

When I got up and looked out of the window, the cold moonlight slowly scattered on the earth, as if covered with a layer of mist in the haze. The biting cold wind mixed with a little chill, I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief to keep warm.

Suddenly my shoulder sank, and it was a thick coat. I was surprised and turned around. It's my mother.

"Are you a fool? Why don't you sleep in such a cold day? " Care? Thoughtful? Why can't I feel warm?

I let my clothes slip off my shoulders in a rage and simply said, leave it alone.

"You boy ... forget it, it's already like this." "come on ? "I lowered my eyelids, tears, a hot liquid, poured out quietly, fell to the ground along my cold face and cheeks, and broke into pieces with my dreams.

"What are you crying about! You didn't lose! " I paused, the voice came from deep inside, and my pupils avoided the light. I haven't lost! I still have three years to struggle, and I am in the mood to dream my own beautiful dream for love, and this is just an episode, even a storm is nothing!

Thinking about thinking about it, I feel that a sunrise has risen in Ran Ran, and my whole body is full of strength. The ultimate life urges me. ...

Isn't it? The spring scenery on the road is just right, and the sky is sunny. ...

After reading this short story, Pickup was filled with emotion and wrote a composition.

The key word is: try your best to get an umbrella for your crossing, because no one will give you an umbrella. Xiaoyou has homework to do, so I won't help you with the code. Look for it online. Good luck.