The Story Formation Triggered by Apple

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An apple-triggered story composition 1 I am an apple, an underdeveloped apple. All the other apples are red, but I am as green as grass.

I remember the year before last spring, the farmer's uncle planted a tree seedling with great interest. Like his own children, he waters and fertilizes the saplings every day, and sometimes he sits beside the saplings and sings happily. He hopes to have a good harvest in autumn. Apple then vowed to become popular and live up to the hard work of farmers' uncles, and I was no exception. A little promise sprouted in my heart.

Time passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, all my companions grew big and red. I also felt that I was growing up and I was red and big.

When the harvest season came, the farmer's uncle climbed the tree and picked the apples into the laundry basket, feeling very pleased. However, when I was picked, the farmer's uncle was no longer happy, but frowned. "How about this apple turquoise? Is it because I didn't practice well? " This sentence blurted out from the farmer's uncle. My heart suddenly felt like being poured with "cold water" and my heart ached. Why is fate so unfair to me? The farmer's uncle took me around and casually threw me into the laundry list.

The next day, the farmer's uncle went to the market with a basket full of apples. A customer said, "Give me a catty of apples!" When the farmer's uncle picked up the apples in his pocket and weighed them on the electronic scale. I was accidentally picked up by a client and went home. The customer found me while washing apples and muttered unhappily, "like this!" Thousands of choices, even a green one! " Say that finish, he took an angry bite. I'm so scared that he will throw me in the trash can. However, he suddenly frowned and said happily, "It's quite delicious!" " So, I was eaten up. I was shocked. All my troubles and worries have vanished. I realized the value of apples.

This made me understand a profound truth-many things may not look good, but only the beauty of the soul is the real beauty! This is the real value of a thing!

An Apple-triggered Story 2 Apple is a very common fruit in Zhaotong, but when I mention it, I think of what happened in the summer camp.

I went to a strange summer camp at that time. On the first day, the instructor asked us to take the mountain road, and we couldn't take water on the road, only an apple. I thought, what's so hard about this? I must be the first person to finish it.

I started climbing the mountain, and I got a small apple. I thought to myself, I must be the last person to eat. I walked smoothly at first, but then I walked slowly and carelessly, feeling that nothing could beat me. Suddenly, I stepped on a banana skin, fell down and hit my foot on a big stone. "Who is so heartless!" I said angrily, "My feet are killing me. Psst ... "I lifted my pants and saw my feet bleeding. I thought about giving up, but I comforted myself; Just a little blood. What's the big deal? I limped along the road in the battery mountain area. After walking for a while, I was so thirsty that I wanted to take out the apples to eat, but I held back again. After walking for a while, I was very thirsty. He took out the apple and said to himself, "Just have a taste." I took a careful bite, sweeter than usual. I feel full of strength after eating, and my legs don't hurt so much. As a result, I have strength all over and my legs don't hurt so much. So, I get up more mentally. That's it. Whenever I am thirsty, I take a bite. Finally, it's almost over. I don't have many apples left I fought back my joy and climbed to the top of the mountain.

When I climbed up, everyone saw my walking posture and came to ask me what was wrong, but I just smiled and said nothing to them, and sat down to eat the remaining apples.

I think apples at that time were better and sweeter than before. Apple is my belief and supports me to reach the top. So is life. As long as you have faith and always believe firmly, your faith will definitely lead you to the other side of success.

An Apple-triggered Story Essay 3 Time goes by little by little, and the sapling will eventually grow into a big tree. What can't be kept will eventually pass, but grandma's sugar apples won't go.

Grandma can cook a lot of delicious food, especially apples. She always thinks it's ten times and a hundred times more delicious than the one outside. Grandma making apples is like his life. As long as there are no apples, she will buy them at the first time, but I eat them all.

Every time I come home from school, there is a faint apple fragrance as soon as I enter the room, and it is different. Sometimes it's secret sauce, so grandma must have made applesauce; Sometimes it's crispy rice, and grandma must have made apple rice cakes; Sometimes it's sweet and sweet. Grandma must have made my favorite candy apple.

Every time grandma takes me to buy apples, I always pick the ones that are particularly ugly. If that side is inclined, this side is sunken, as if grandma had a problem with them. Whenever I ask my grandmother to leave, she always says, "This apple is delicious only if it is ugly. It is ugly, but it is sweet inside. The same is true of being a man, not only in appearance, but also in a sweet heart. " "Why can't grandma be fine? I took a beautiful red "little lantern" and ate it. " It tastes sour and unpalatable. "Grandma touched my head." Will sugar apples be sour? Come on, go home and make sugar apples. "

Once, I was sick, refused to take medicine and kept crying. I am very fragile. But as soon as I saw the sugar apple, I immediately became quiet and felt that the medicine I was afraid of was not so bitter.

When I was studying, a bite of sugar apple instantly warmed my heart and made me get twice the result with half the effort; When exercising, a bite of sugar apple makes me energetic; When I was sick, a sweet apple, with grandma's care and love, soon recovered. Grandma's sugar apples, grievances are sweet, with more love, grandma's purest love.

Although grandma is not good at expressing her love for me in words, she injects love into apples with actions, making them into my favorite sugar apples, and accompanying me to grow up slowly. Sugar apples are not only a delicious food to me, but also the taste of grandma.

An Apple-triggered Story Composition 4 Apple is a household name in Zhaotong. There is a sweet heart hidden under its round appearance, and it also brings me a story that is still fresh in my memory. ...

The story happened in a remote mountain village. I saw it at first sight, ah! The house was so shabby that it seemed to groan in pain. A child is driving a calf. His clothes are worn out, and his little black face looks sad and worried. He has a round red apple in his hand. The apple is in sharp contrast with his smiling face. The child's eyes are full of expectation and longing. Seeing this little boy, my young heart was greatly shaken, and my heart was still like a knife. "What a hard life he leads!" I thought silently. I decided to go and find out. I walked and stopped. What caught my eye was a room full of apples, lying quietly on the ground. Oh! It suddenly dawned on me that it must be because the apple can't be shipped, and a large piece can only rot. At this moment, the little boy stared at me and looked at my clothes carefully. I went up to the little boy and said hello to him. He looks very shy. I know about his family, but I didn't expect it. It's really like that.

Their home is surrounded by mountains, and the only road in the village extends to the distance. I was shocked to see their hard life and made up my mind to help them.

"What should I do?" I kept scratching my head and stamping my feet from time to time. "Hey, aren't there apples?" Now with the development of science and technology, the network is also very convenient. I found the little boy and discussed it with him. He smiled happily into a flower, from ear to ear. I hurried to ask my father, who readily agreed. Dad asked someone to help them broadcast the goods live, and a car full of apples was shipped out of the mountain. I seem to see the apple blushing, the grass dancing for my behavior, the birds singing beautiful songs for me on the branches, the little girl skipping, and all the worries on her face disappeared. At this time, I felt as if I had eaten honey, and my heart was full of joy.

Although the apple is small, in my eyes, it is a lamp for the poor, a straw to save lives, and a beam of light to illuminate the darkness. An apple made me realize today's happy life and let me deeply understand the meaning of life.

The rhyme of autumn is not the cool autumn wind that blows away the heat accumulated by people in summer, but the fragrant apples.

Stepping into the orchard, a fragrance swept into my nose, and I immediately reveled in this fruity fragrance, closing my eyes and enjoying this beautiful fragrance. For a long time, I opened my eyes and watched the apples fall from the branches. The apple on the tree has turned red, and the round body is desperately trying to break away from the mother's arms ... everything is so beautiful. Just as I was wandering in this beautiful "Apple World", my uncle's voice sounded in my ear, "Let's get to work quickly. After picking apples, you still have to sell them. We are sure to get a good price this year. " I looked at my uncle with a childish smile on his face, thinking that this is the simplicity of farmers.

Looking at the apple tree in front of me, I quickly climbed up the tree and picked it up. One, two, three ... I looked at the fruit in the basket and couldn't help laughing with relief. Suddenly, a figure caught my eye and approached the laundry list. I immediately hid behind a tree and sat tight.

I saw a little girl in rags put her hand into the laundry basket and pulled it back like an electric shock. I thought to myself, this little girl must be trying to steal apples. I quickly jumped out of the tree, ran to the little girl, grabbed her hand and said angrily, "thief." The little girl looked up and looked at me trembling. The little girl in front of her, dressed in clothes of different sizes, was thin and tattered. Her face is sallow because of lack of nutrition, but her watery eyes are bright. Looking at the little girl in front of me, I don't feel any pity. I must have seen a picture of that little girl stealing apples just now. When the little girl heard my words, she immediately shed two lines of tears and said in panic, "I didn't steal it on purpose, I did, I was …" Just as I was about to reprimand the little girl for this "bad" behavior, my uncle appeared beside me, looked at me reproachfully and asked the little girl softly, "Why did you take the apple?" The little girl said with tears, "I'm sorry, I didn't steal it on purpose, because my mother was ill and she said she wanted to eat apples, so I had to …" Hearing this, the uncle immediately picked up some apples and stuffed them into the little girl's hand, but her sister-in-law only took one. With that, she gratefully said thank you to her uncle and ran away.

I can't help feeling ashamed when I look at the little girl's distant back. I am ashamed that I accused this beautiful little girl of being a thief. When I was ashamed, my uncle stood beside me and patted me on the shoulder and said, "son, not all thieves are thieves." Sometimes stealing is also a helpless beauty. " Looking at the little girl who is far away, I think she becomes beautiful in an instant.

An Apple-triggered Story Composition 6 Apples are common, but they are also great. Small apples appear in food markets and supermarkets; Little apples appear in America and Britain.

In a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers, a family always said, "My child is dead, so stop asking!" " "With the passage of time," dead "children are no longer mentioned.

Many years later, an entrepreneurial youth came to this mountain village. He always said, "I have never succeeded, and only failure greeted me." But he saw the current situation of the mountain village-electricity and signals are connected, but people have to walk more than ten miles to the market every day. He didn't want these simple villagers to be abandoned by the times, and he was determined to change all this.

He began to teach farmers online shopping, and gradually, the villagers' lives were accompanied by intelligence. Every day, he helps the villagers collect the express delivery and send it home. On this day, he received a courier from Houshan, a place where no one lives. Everyone says there are monsters there. But if someone orders a courier, he will go, no matter what he is, whether he is a man or a demon. Anyway, people order a courier.

In the evening, he drove the van to the back hill. "Come on!" He gave himself enough gas, and after entering the deep mountains, the sky seemed heavier. A few minutes later, he drove to a wooden house. When was there a log cabin here? He was puzzled and knocked at the door: "Hello, your courier." There was no answer, so he knocked again and the door opened with a creak. This frightened him. He walked, and it was dark inside. Turning around, a figure appeared in front of his eyes. With a scream of "Ah", he came to his senses and turned out to be a big living person.

"Who are you? How can anyone live in the back hill here? " He uttered three exclamations in succession. "My name is Li Tianlong, and I used to be from Li Jiacun. Now, I'm not ... ""Are you the son of Li Tianlong, the village chief ... who died? " "ah!" He screamed again. "Standing in front of you is a big living. I am not dead, but to my father, I am dead. " He shouted, but there were a few more tears in his eyes.

Through understanding, both Li Tianlong's father and the village grow nectarines. Many years ago, Li Tianlong was kicked out of the house by his father because he pulled out all the nectarines without permission. "The nectarines in the village are very good, but no one comes to buy them. Can only be sold to the juice factory at a low price. They can't sell money, and they may even post this. How suitable it is to grow apples here! The temperature difference between morning and evening is large, and the sunshine time is long. Unfortunately, the village has a deep affection for nectarines and is reluctant to part with them.

After listening to his story, the young entrepreneur was determined to help him. He shared the story of Li Tianlong on the Internet. He sent apples to the world and won a prize. Gradually, Apple brought great benefits to Li Tianlong, but Li Tianlong wanted the villagers to get rich together and live a well-off life.

Gradually, the apple orchard expanded, and the whole village participated in planting apples, and the village head who was not optimistic also participated. Apple, such a small fruit, has lifted Li Jiacun out of poverty.

Small apples are not necessarily without great achievements. Small apples can also go out of China and go to the world. On the way out of poverty, there is no shortage of them!

An Apple-triggered Story Composition 7 "What about' Apple'? Do you have any apples? ! "My mother shouted at me in an anxious and flustered tone. I later learned that she meant to ask me if I had seen "ipad Apple". Hearing this, I immediately thought of a small apple that can only be eaten as fruit. I think mom bought some apples today, but why did you ask me if I had any? You must peel apples when you eat them. What should I do with it if I don't peel it? Strange ... I said in a puzzled tone while playing with the ipad, "I didn't take it. Besides, why should I take apples? " At that time, my mind seemed to turn for a moment, and my thoughts seemed to stop. Mom kept looking for the "Apple" ipad and muttered, "Gee, strange, where did you put it?" But I remember I put it in my bag! "

After a while, my mother walked into my room and saw the "Apple" ipad in my hand at a glance. She rushed up and grabbed the ipad from me and said, "This is your place!" In my mother's tone, half is the joy of "taking it back" and half is the blame for me. Looking at my mother's anxious expression, I always feel as if I have done something wrong. I haven't recovered, where am I? "Have you found out which apple it is? I thought I ate the apple! Also, you rushed into my room without knocking, which scared me to death. " I am very dissatisfied with this. Mom immediately said kindly, "Oh, okay, okay, it's just a misunderstanding." I'm talking about' apples' that can be played. You think it's an edible apple. I wish I knew. "

Yes, there will inevitably be some misunderstandings between people, and when we encounter misunderstandings, we must explain them clearly to others face to face and say that we didn't mean to, so as not to create a bigger generation gap with others and destroy our feelings. Sometimes, people make everyone unhappy just for a little thing, which is not good! To apologize, my mother peeled an apple for me. I will take a big bite and slowly chew up all the misunderstandings just now. ......

One day, a little mouse went for a walk outside. When he came to a small river, he saw some apples on an apple tree.

These apples are big and round. The skin of the apple is crystal clear, and the fragrance wafts in the Wan Li. The mouse was fascinated and drooling. He immediately ran home and told the mouse brother that they were going to pick those apples soon, and they could enjoy their taste when they got home.

Brother Mouse has many good ideas, so he decides to put a stick on the bridge. One holds it, the other holds it. The two brothers agreed, so they walked to the river with sticks on their shoulders. At this time, both of them were in high spirits and trotted all the way to the river.

As soon as they arrived at their destination, they couldn't wait to start building the bridge. I saw two brothers put a wooden stick across the middle of the river, one aimed at the apple tree and the other at their side. Brother has great strength and presses his foot on the stick; My brother is agile and stands on a stick to pick apples on the other side.

It's time to move. The younger brother walked forward step by step with his right foot in front and his left foot behind. At this time, the mouse brother was uneasy and moved forward carefully, and his heart was almost in his throat! Gradually, it reached the apple tree, stretched out its left hand and picked them one by one. As soon as Brother Mouse lifted his nose, he felt a refreshing fragrance spread from his nose to his whole body. My brother couldn't help being driven by the fragrance and took a bite. "It's delicious!" The younger brother shouted excitedly. After gobbling, an apple "disappeared". When my brother saw it, he was anxious and shouted, "Brother, we agreed to eat together. Give me one! " "My brother heard this and thought: Who gave it to you? I'll eat another one and leave the third one for you. Thought of here, three times five divided by two, and ate another one. My brother was angry and shouted, "Brother, give it to me quickly. We're still not good brothers, huh? "The younger brother didn't say a word. Driven by greed, he jumped up and picked another one. At this time, there are no apples on the tree. My brother was completely annoyed and thought, if you don't let me eat, I won't let you eat. I won't press the joystick, I'll let go. Brother can do whatever he wants. Brother slowly removed one foot and put the other foot on it. But one foot can't bear the weight of a mouse after all. If my brother is not careful, he will be thrown out. My brother also fell off the stick.

Look at the two brothers again. My brother made a 720-degree rotation in the air. The apple in my brother's hand fell into the water, and so did he. Both mice drowned in the water.