Me and its story composition.

In daily study, work or life, people often come into contact with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my carefully arranged story composition about me and it. Welcome to read the collection.

I had a dog when I was seven years old. It's my favorite pet. I named it Huanhuan. Every day with it, many things happen, such as moving, comforting, happy, crying ... It is also because of these that I understand the character and characteristics of Huanhuan.

Huanhuan is delicious. Once, my mother came back from work and sent me a lot of food and chicken legs. I immediately rushed up and brought a big chicken leg. I was so hungry that I took a big bite. After a while, I finished eating. I still don't think it is enough after the exam. It's like taking one. However, I suddenly found a chicken leg missing. I'm confused. When I came to Huanhuan's room, I understood everything-it was the greedy cat Huanhuan who took the big chicken leg away. It's eating with relish. I wonder if there are many letters! Well, really, there's nothing we can do. But I watched it finish eating, but I felt gratified. Such a cute, well-behaved and delicious puppy really makes people love and hate!

Unconsciously, five years have passed, and Huanhuan is no longer with me. I miss it so much. Its cuteness and later period are in my heart. Even now, when I see a puppy that looks like it, I will stop and touch it. Up to now, I still vividly remember what happened with Huanhuan, no matter what it is.

I remember when I was in primary school, the old lady on the first floor of our unit kept a cat with yellow and white fur and shiny green eyes that seemed to be able to talk. Every morning, when I go to school, it will meow! Meow! Yes, it seems to be greeting me. When I walked away, it followed me all the time and could not bear to leave me. When I came home from school, the old woman played Tai Chi at the gate of the unit and shook her head to "exercise". Seeing that I came back with my schoolbag, I ran to my side and said, "Meow! Hey! " Shouting loudly, as if to welcome me home. Sometimes when we go downstairs to go out, the cat is watching us at the door of the unit. As soon as we opened the door, it ran out and took a leisurely walk in the garden. In this way, the cat "accompanies" me on my way to and from school, as if I were inseparable from it.

In a blink of an eye, last autumn, I was in Grade Three. I haven't seen a cat for a while. I couldn't help asking the old woman, and she said, "The cat is sick." My mood has hit rock bottom. I don't know why it is sick. Is it infected? Or did you eat something dirty? In retrospect, I was so close to it before it got sick.

When I came home from school that day, the old woman's door was open. I can't help walking in. I finally saw the cat again. Now it has become a sick cat, with drooping beard, drooling mouth, full of red sores and all the hair on its neck. I have no strength in my hind legs and I am limping. It stinks. Seeing me is like seeing a stranger, looking at me silently, and his eyes have lost their former spirits. Because the old woman's aunt gave birth to a baby, and there was a baby at home, they put it in the garden and built a nest for it. The sick cat is still not getting better under the care of the old woman, and it is still very painful. So people in the community are very sympathetic to it: some people feed it every day, some people drink it every day, and some people give it medicine every day ... I hope to get better soon.

I am both sympathetic and afraid. I'm always afraid it will infect me. Therefore, every time I go upstairs and downstairs, I stay away from it and just give a sympathetic look. In a blink of an eye, the cold winter has come, and I have put on a thick down jacket. When I went downstairs, as soon as I opened the door of the unit, a cold current came to my face. I'm really worried about cats! I have never seen a cat until the Spring Festival this year. I had an ominous premonition in my heart and thought: has it left this world? Mother comforted me: the cat has gone to heaven. Let's pray for it.

I and its story composition 3 There are only animals and plants in the world, and that is human beings. A young man who cares about animals and makes friends with them is a person with morality and quality.

As mentioned above, I am good friends with animals. I think bullying animals is the stupidest behavior.

I like cats very much and I really want to keep this animal at home, but my mother always says to me, "I don't want to smell cats." I can't stand their smell. I'm not in a hurry to buy a cat when I grow up. Anyway, I don't agree. " Usually, after being told by my mother, I always remain silent and depressed. But this time, I'm not in a hurry, because a cat stays in the subway station near my home every day.

Since I found this cat, I have taken the initiative to see it almost every night. It's unfriendly, it's impatient, and I can't get near it. As soon as I touched it, it ran away in alarm. I really want to get close to it, but it always ignores me.

I slowly began to give up being friends with it, but I accidentally got on the subway and it actually followed me into the subway station. I was shocked. I didn't know it followed me into the subway station. I suddenly woke up and stopped outside and took the subway.

The next day, I came to the subway station again and found it still standing under the cherry tree to see the cherry blossoms. My heart is full of joy. Soon, it found me, and its eyes looked at me brightly. My heart suddenly felt unusual, as if I had changed my mind, and my determination to be friends with it seemed more determined.

Soon after, I came to the subway station with food and found it looking out as if waiting for me. I was very happy to see it and ran over. It went back to the tree to see the cherry blossoms and looked at me from time to time.

I untied the bag containing food and fell at its feet. It wolfed down and looked at its weak body, which really made me sad.

I have a cat. Its name is Storm. Because of its violent character. Not only is it like a tiger in character, but it is also like a tiger in appearance! Bright eyes make people feel a murderous look, and there are many spots on their bodies. All cats are afraid in front of it, as if it is in charge of big and small matters. It has its own team and territory! Let me tell you something!

Grandma's mouse is so arrogant that it runs around in broad daylight. Dad and I decided to take the storm back to help grandma solve the problem. As soon as Storm and I got back to our hometown, a mouse ran past everyone. Everyone is ready to fight. I thought: How can a cat catch so many mice? In time for the storm, we should leave. Who knows, it meowed a few times and its expression was very expressive. After a while, some cats came from other places, and they began to fight with the mice. I saw the storm tearing in the corner, and other cats followed the storm, and the mice all fled in fear. Many mice died, and I watched with interest outside the window.

Soon the storm and its partner ended the battle. When we want to sweep away these mice, who knows that more and more mice are swept away, not three or four mice, but a group. Seen from a distance, their achievements are amazing. It mews majestically at me, as if to say, "You should know how powerful I am!" " "In this way, grandma's mouse disappeared and her hometown became her territory.

I love my storm.

I saw my first pet on my tenth birthday. As a birthday present, it gave me a big surprise: it has gray hair and three black stripes on its back; Its eyes are small, but as black as two drops of ink; Its tail is very short, as if there is nothing, and its whole body can be put in the palm of your hand. It is a hamster.

There was no special box when I got it, so I opened it in a strong plastic bag in the supermarket, flattened the middle part and put the box in. Tuanzi (the name I gave hamster) didn't like this family very much. He always wanted to climb out of the side, but he caught them back. But I don't have the energy to stay around all day and do my homework after the novelty wears off.

It is normal. It got away.

I have searched everything on the ground, but I can't find my bag, box, chair or even shoes. I was in a hurry, and then I found a crack left in the door. I had a bad heart, so I rushed out and almost stepped on a gray mouse. I am a bad person! Why don't you pick it up and see if it's broken? Fortunately, I am not injured, so I am relieved.

Then I changed my bag into a shoe box.

I kept it for a month before I remembered to bathe it. I wanted to use water, but fortunately, my father stopped this dangerous behavior in time: "Hamsters can't be washed with water, they have to use sand." I dug a bucket of sand downstairs and went upstairs to find that my father had prepared the sand and put jiaozi in it. I put down the bucket and ran to see it. Jiaozi kept rolling in the sand and fished it out of the basin. It stood up on its hind legs to wash its face, and then got into the sand. My fingers itch, so I grabbed them and rubbed them. It was soft, but my father took it back. "No."

When I was twelve, it was in poor condition. Old enough to be a "mouse" among mice. It died the day before my exam. I don't know how to describe that feeling, but I can't help looking back, so I wasn't around when my father was buried, so I could only look back and recall jiaozi's past. I just found out that I can't forget this hamster that has been with me for two years.

I haven't had a pet since.

In nature, all life is equal, and there is no distinction between rich and poor.

Where my parents and I killed pigeons in Ninghong market, I saw someone selling a little Brazilian turtle with red ears. It is as big as my father's thumb, red and green, carrying a small house, simple and honest, slow moving and small head. It's really interesting.

Dad saw that I liked it and bought two. I named them boss and penis respectively. Among them, the second child is the most silent and stays motionless in the pool; Boss is different, rowing around in the pool all the time.

I like to tease my boss. I hold my boss in my palm and let him climb. It tickles. When I put it on the floor, it will run around, and sometimes it will stop and look at me with its head tilted, as if to see what I am doing. It likes freedom. Of course, I have to satisfy his wish, and I don't put him in the pool until he gets tired of playing.

Boss likes swimming, with one stroke of his hands and one pedal of his feet. He is a good swimmer because of his fast speed. When I was swimming, I wanted to learn its appearance, but I could never learn it. Instead, I drank more water.

I danced with my boss. I picked up one of his little hands, and his other little hand and two feet danced around in the air. Eyes flashing with happy light, mouth moving, as if to say: "Master, do you think my dance steps are good?"

The boss is also driving. I opened the door of Lamborghini and it came in. I closed the door, picked up the remote control and the car flew. I braked again and helped it out of the car. I didn't expect it to walk crooked, as if to say, "Why are you driving so fast?"

The second child died for some reason, and the boss was silent for several days. Since then, it has never been so active and so smart. I understand his nostalgia for penis.

How amazing nature is!

I and its story form 7 "Ira Ira ..." Kill me! Who is this, scratching my body with claws, annoying me to wake up from sleep. It turned out to be a tiger.

I am a fence, a fence in the zoo, and I live with a tiger. We have been living together for a year. In the first few days, the king of beasts often growled angrily in the cage, paced back and forth helplessly, and even scratched me with sharp claws. His eyes are full of anger.

What about now? This tiger changed its former overlord "demeanor" and remained silent in the corner all day. The word "Wang" on his forehead also loosened with his eyes. He is speechless every day and can only be lively when the breeder comes. He often looked at the birds singing freely in a daze and hung his head. ...

One day, the tiger said gloomily, "I really miss my old life." "Were you happy when you were a child?" I asked, and a light flashed in the tiger's dull eyes: "My home is in an impassable forest. I have many brothers and sisters, and many small animals such as rabbits, deer and squirrels. We often lie on the vast land, listening to birds singing happily, smelling the fragrance of the soil, sucking the nectar of flowers and chasing butterflies. You don't know how wonderful a free life is ... ". "On that day, that black afternoon, a group of human beings came to our world. Those hateful people set up many complete sets. I was knocked unconscious by a bullet and woke up in this terrible place! " Yes, in this world, everyone is equal and everything is the same, but only human beings are doing harm to life on the earth without restraint. How unfair it is that they cut down and destroy the homes of animals and imprison them for people to watch!

I want to speak out the voices of all animals: "Let's go, I need freedom!" " "

There is a snail in my home. It's my good friend. However, whenever I look at my homework after finishing it, I always think of a past event.

A few weeks ago, the teacher asked us to make a snail tabloid and check the results the next day. At first, I just regarded this as an ordinary homework. However, the teacher's next words, like lightning, split another way: the tabloids can go to the office to adopt snails if they do a good job. Hearing this, I immediately got serious, because there are still some animals coming to my house for the time being.

I started to do this snail tabloid as soon as I got home. I look up information, find pictures and make designs. Next, I posted all the information and pictures on the tabloid. I tear off the double-sided adhesive tape, carefully tear off the adhesive tape, stick it on the picture, and slowly stick the picture on the paper. After the tabloid was finished, I rechecked it several times before taking it to school.

The next day, I sat in my seat as usual and tidied up my schoolbag. Suddenly, I heard a voice. That's a teacher's voice. I immediately looked up and listened to the teacher: students, the snail tabloid did a good job yesterday. At this moment, I suddenly became nervous and could even hear my own heartbeat. A second passed and I saw a classmate with a smile on his face. He can catch snails. Looking at his face, I clenched my fist, and the nails on my fingers had drawn five red lines on my palm. Number 34. When I suddenly heard my student number, my anxiety vanished.

After I got the snail, I went home excitedly. Along the way, my heart seemed to bloom with thousands of flowers. I showed my grades to my family as soon as I got home. At that moment, a sense of pride welled up in my heart.

I put down the snail and hurriedly asked my family: Is there a feeding box at home? Look for it. As soon as I put on my slippers, I lifted the snail as if it were a precious treasure.

After a while, grandpa brought me a mobile phone box. I put the snail in and looked around. No, it's inconvenient and not beautiful.

In this way, grandpa changed several boxes for me continuously until they were changed into plastic boxes. I nodded with satisfaction: Yes, there are vents, which are convenient for feeding and observation. Snail, you can stay here. After that, I picked up the snail shell in the box. All day after that, I did a little homework, wrote a little word, and then got up to read it. As long as it doesn't move, I will also ask grandpa: grandpa, what happened to the snail? Why don't you move? Are you sick or haven't you eaten?

I think this should be our friendship.

If a stranger asks me who I am, I will only say that I am a four-leaf clover, which is a fan of TFBOYS.

Sometimes in my spare time, I will look for a four-leaf clover among a pile of clovers. It is said that four-leaf clover is a rare variety of clover, and only one of every 1000 naturally growing clover may be a four-leaf clover. The four-leaf clover not only represents TFBOYS fans, but also symbolizes luck.

I remember falling in love with TFBOYS more than two years ago. About a year ago, I found a four-leaf clover in the green belt of the community.

I was cheated several times. Because the leaves of clover are heart-shaped and the edges overlap, I want to pinch the leaves one by one and count them. I counted all the big clovers, and some of them I thought were four-leaf clovers, but they were not.

One, two, three.

Three leaves, three leaves, or three leaves

Just when I was about to lose patience, I suddenly noticed a clover hidden under it. It seems that leaves have just grown, which is only two-thirds as wide as the fountain pen refill. However, it seems to have more than three leaves.

When I am excited, I stick my neck out, put my head into the clover and count the leaves of the small clover:

One, two, three, four? !

Ah, it's a four-leaf clover! Four-leaf clover Four-leaf clover says important things three times!

I was ecstatic and cleaned up a circle of clover around it, so that it could withstand sunny sunshine and rainy rain. Watching its leaves widen day by day, I like it very much.

Later, all the green belts nearby began to mow. I know that according to the past practice, mowing will soon begin here. And this four-leaf clover will be cut off at any time by mowers who don't know the goods. So I didn't know how to garden, so I moved it out of the green belt and gave it to a friend who knows gardening. As she is also a fan of TFBOYS, I feel comfortable giving her the four-leaf clover.

This little story between me and this four-leaf clover, or between four-leaf clover and four-leaf clover, is simple and ordinary, without gorgeous language and fancy decoration, but it still makes me remember.

It is a little turtle in my family. It looks very cute: its pointed little head sticks out from time to time, shrinks tightly from time to time, has a big mouth and sharp teeth, and picks up meat mercilessly. He has a heavy hard shell on his back, just like a soldier's armor. If he feels danger, the turtle will immediately shrink into its shell, and no matter how I fiddle with it, it will not show its head. Next, I will tell the story of me and it.

Joy at first sight

This little turtle was very small when it first came to my house. I can see that he was very scared and nervous. His limbs were curled up in the shell, and his little head was only slightly exposed. His little eyes wandered around, looking at the new home. Really cute! I liked it at first sight. So my mother and I arranged a new home for it. We have prepared a multifunctional partition turtle tank. I poured some dried water into it and put some beautiful pebbles and conch shells. The little turtle carefully poked out its little head and looked at the small home we had carefully arranged for it. The tension and anxiety just now have obviously disappeared. I poured some turtle food and watched quietly. It actually came out of the shell and climbed to the edge of turtle food. I can't help laughing, this little guy is quite smart!

Not tired of staying long.

Before raising a turtle, my pet was a slug. I had carefully prepared a cage and food for it, but it always burst into songs, sometimes even in the middle of the night, which annoyed my whole family. Finally, I had to put it in the grass. In contrast, the tortoise is much quieter. It never makes noise, and always stays quietly in the jar, either eating or basking in the sun. But also gradually adapted to my new environment. I feed it water for a change every day, and it treats me as a good friend. Now when I feed it, it is not as strange as before. Every time I hear my footsteps, it will lie on all fours next to the jar and stretch its neck, as if to say, "Little master, I'm hungry, feed me quickly." When I poured the food into the basin, it looked up at me with expectant eyes, as if to say, "more, more!" " "Then I wolfed it down. I enjoyed it, not to mention how happy it was.

This little turtle is my first love, and I can't get tired of it for a long time. Mom told me that these two words are used to describe friends. Oh, in my heart, it is my good friend!

I remember once on my way to school, I heard the cry of "Wang Wang Wang". Suddenly, a big black dog came running from behind me and scared me to cry. From then on, I was frightened at the sight of dogs.

Seeing that I am so afraid of dogs, my mother told me that dogs also have a kind, obedient, lovely and lively side and bought a dog.

It has a pair of sparkling eyes, a sensitive nose, long white hair, a short tail and a chubby body. We all call it "little white ball"

Whenever I go to school, it will follow me until I can't see it. Whenever I come home from school, "Little White Ball" wags its tail and runs out as if to say, "Little Master, you are back!"

Once, I accidentally tripped, and "Little White Ball" saw it, and immediately ran over and licked my feet with his tongue, as if to say, "Little Master, are you not hurt?" What a cute little guy.

Since I have a "little white ball" at home, I am no longer afraid of dogs!

I and its story composition 12 There is a green jujube tree in the field in front of my house. It's tall and straight. It stood there like a soldier guarding our home.

This green jujube tree has grown from a seedling to a big tree. Now this green jujube tree is flourishing and is ready to blossom and bear fruit!

There is a little story about the origin of this green jujube tree! Next, everyone will listen to my introduction!

This green jujube seedling was given to us by my mother's friend. At that time, my grandparents saw green jujube seedlings and planted them in the field in front of my house. It grew up day by day and finally became a green jujube tree, not a seedling. Whenever I see it, I feel as if it is encouraging me to study hard and make continuous progress.

Sometimes when I encounter unhappy things, I will go under the green jujube tree to see those green, yellow, green and yellow flowers, just like a cute little doll with a smiling face! As soon as I see them, I am happy.

It is very strong, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, it still stands there without bending.

It is also very helpful. Many butterflies, bees and dragonflies often spread pollen and play on their flowers. I often see this scene, so harmonious and beautiful!

In spring, it is green and grows seedlings! The leaves are so dense in summer! Bloom in autumn! Winter is the result. We can taste crisp and sweet fruit.

Green jujube trees are full of vitality all year round! I like jujube, it is a plant friend who accompanied me to grow up!

Once upon a time, there was a bird's nest in the tree. There lived a mother bird and a little bird. They live happily. However, a few days later, the bird played in the tree and was taken home by a little boy. When the mother bird came back looking for food, she saw that her child was gone. She shouted, "Baby, baby, where are you?" ? "Mother bird is anxious like a cat on hot bricks, but she can't find the bird. Mother bird is disheartened and returns to her nest.

The bird was taken to a beautiful place. The little boy found a cage, locked it up, fed it mineral water and ate polished rice and worms every day. At first, the bird felt good and comfortable. However, after a few days, it felt impatient. It wants to spread its wings and fly freely. So it said to the little boy, "Can you let me out?" The little boy asked doubtfully, "you don't have to go out to find food by yourself every day, and you don't have to be beaten by the wind and rain outside." Every day, there are clothes to reach out and food to mouth. Well done! Why go out? " Say that finish, and went away. The bird is disappointed.

The next day, the young bird finally couldn't help it and slammed into the cage door. The little boy heard the banging and came over. When he saw it, it turned out to be a bird. At this moment, the bird begged, "Please let me out. I want to be free. I’m going home. I want my mother. " The little boy saw the bird like this and thought, Yes, the bird is the spirit of nature. I shouldn't have kept it in a cage. Birds belong to nature and should fly freely in the boundless sky. So he opened the door of the cage and let the bird out. The bird spread its wings and flew. Now, the bird is finally free again.

I and its story composition 14 In my childhood, I loved animals most, but I was afraid of them. But my fear of animals was changed after I came into contact with a little dog named Diandian.

I remember when I first touched Diandian, I wanted to hug it when I saw its lovely appearance, but I was afraid. When I called it, it came to me. I was scared and ran away. In fact, it is very small. It belongs to Pomeranian, but I am afraid of it.

One-inch looks cute. His big eyes are like black grapes. His eyes are amazing. His small nose is black, like carbon, without impurities. He has brown hair. Every hair is straight, long and soft. In addition to the yellow hair on her body, Diandian's belly hair is partly white, and brown is a little white, which makes Diandian look beautiful and more imposing. What I like best is its small tail. When it leans, the hair at the top of its tail spreads around like a big chrysanthemum in full bloom.

Every time I see it, it will stare at me with bright eyes, as if it also likes me. When I saw it, I wanted to hug it again, but just as I was about to reach out, I pulled my hand back. Its cuteness attracted me so much, but once, I couldn't help it, so I picked it up. "Hey, nothing." I said to myself. It's fine in my arms. I think it's good. I put it on the face. From then on, I dared to hold a dog, and I was not afraid anymore.

With the passage of time, the affection between Diandian and me is getting deeper and deeper, and many stories have happened between us. Because I like Diandian very much, I gave Diandian all my favorite plush toys-dolphins, bears and mice. I gave it these things when I was in the fourth grade. By the time I was in the sixth grade, it had been more than a year. When I went to my teacher's house to study, I saw Tiny again. It has grown a little, but it is still so small. It saw me and even knew me. He ran to me to smell me, and then scratched my trouser legs with his little paws, as if to say hello to me.

"What a cute little guy!" I just blurted it out. It looks like I like it and circles around me to please me. After a while, show me the toy I gave it. I know, it must remember me. Tell me the toy I gave it is still there. I am so touched to see this. An animal has such a strong sense of gratitude. Shouldn't we learn to be grateful? I thank my parents for their parenting, teachers for their education, and gifts of life ... I think of so much when I see a little. It is really my good friend, and it gives me too much inspiration.

I am very happy to see that the smaller toys I sent are still there and I play every day. Little bit also knows how to repay kindness, so good to me. Every time I come to the teacher's house to study, Diandian pounces on me and lets me hold it for fun. Diandian lies on my leg and sometimes puts her front legs on my feet. It is very comfortable and enjoyable, and I know it enjoys a kind of care and friendship.

Diandian is a puppy, but he can be my good friend.

I also took a lot of photos with Diandian. For the first time, I took a photo with a little bit, and I still kept my fear. My head twisted to one side, but the dots were natural. It is good at taking pictures. With it, my photos also have a story. This photo was taken as the cover of my anthology by the teacher. Every time I see the anthology, I will think of it a little, and I will think of it. It's a little bit that makes me stop being afraid of animals. So, I want to thank Dot for letting me into their world. Became my favorite in my heart. This is the story of me and Diandian, and I will never forget every bit of it.