Emotional story composition 500 words.

One day in 2000, a morning after a storm, a little life quietly came into this world. I was born in a rural family. My father's surname is Li, my name is Chang Ming, and my father helped me to take my name. When I was sensible, as for what he expected of me, he often scolded me and beat me when I was a child. I don't know. According to my mother, my grandfather died before my mother got married, and my grandmother was a son preference. My sister was born, my grandmother looks like a granddaughter, regardless of my mother, sitting alone smoking. When I was born, I happily went to my neighbor's house to be a grandson. A few years later, my sister and brother came into this world. Since then, my grandmother has taken me to sleep. My grandmother taught me from an early age to be conscientious and reasonable, and not to do anything illegal. I don't want to eat anything delicious. Give it to me. It hurts me. She will buy me anything I want.

I am the eldest son of my family, with an elder sister above and a younger sister and a younger brother below. I do less farm work at home. My father was very strict with me when I was a child. My mother is a very diligent person. She doesn't have much time to take care of me and seldom hits me. My father has gone out to work since I was sensible. Dad is working outside, and grandma and mom are pulling our four siblings with one hand. Getting up early in the dark has become the rhythm of life that my mother is used to. We should take good care of crops and rice in the field. It was not easy to make money at that time. Every market day, my mother will carry 100 kilograms of rice and walk almost two kilometers to the town to sell it, in exchange for only 100 yuan of living expenses. Buy pickles, red beans and the like, that is, in addition to the vegetables grown in the field, our family can also be regarded as other dishes on the table. At that time, if there was pork in any meal at home, it would be Chinese New Year or a holiday. My sister and I are not far apart in age, both are only two years old. The annual tuition and living expenses have become my parents' biggest burden. Every year, the tuition fees of our four siblings are a lot of money for mom and dad.

When I was six or seven years old, my family began to build houses. Due to economic reasons, it was not until 2005 that it became a scale and lived in a new house. The house at home has not been renovated, the walls outside have not been painted, and there are still several vacant rooms inside. In this barren land, a large area at the door has become our childhood paradise. The game we play is just hide and seek.

In a blink of an eye, I was seven years old and my parents sent me to a primary school in the countryside. When I was studying, what my father didn't like most was that we watched TV. Every day, besides going to school, I do housework at home, feed pigs and raise chickens and ducks. Our life is so simple. Dad goes home several times a year and stays for a few days to ten days every time he comes back. I was particularly afraid that my father would come back. The neighborhood gave us a particularly suitable metaphor, saying that I saw my dad just like a mouse saw a cat. At that time, it was inevitable to be beaten by my father and shouted. At that time, my ideal was to grow up quickly, and when I grew up, I was no longer bound by my father. Every time my father hits me, my grandmother scolds my father and even hits him.

The day when my father is at home is the last thing I dare to neglect. I will do whatever I can't do, and I will do what I can. Get up early in the morning, clean the rooms in the lobby and outdoor Daping, and don't go out to play with other partners. For me at that time, it was nothing more than a fatal bondage. When I was a child, I had a very bad impression of my father. I can't understand why I did this. As soon as dad went out, it was the day of my liberation. In my mind, I spent my childhood, which can be said to be "tortured" by my father. Looking back now, I am grateful to my father for his strict education.

After finishing the sixth grade of primary school, I was promoted to junior high school, and my family's economy was also very tight. My mother has also gone out to work as a coolie, and I live with my grandmother. During this period, my grades are not bad, at least I will be in the top ten in my class.

Entering junior high school, I feel that everything is new and there are many people. I was assigned to Class 5, Grade 1, and I was very studious and diligent. On the second day of 2002, I was very sad because my beloved grandmother passed away. When I was in the second grade, I began to indulge myself. I often skip classes with some classmates, and my grades drop again. I have no foundation in English and mathematics. I also fantasize in class every day, and I can't understand the teacher at all. It was the third day in a flash, and then I began to get nervous. Faced with the choice of stepping into society or studying, it seems impossible to learn English well. Never learned how to crawl and walk? The hot summer of 2003 is coming to an end, which means that I am at the crossroads of my life, and where to go has become the most difficult problem for me to choose. I will never forget these three years.

After the exam, I brought 500 yuan from home, and I asked my best friend to travel to Shenzhen. It is also a test for me to go to my cousin's hardware factory. In this strange place, I often stare blankly at the sky from the balcony and look at the cars passing by on the road. I tell myself that this is Shenzhen, the place to achieve my goal.

Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Here, I find that reality and ideal are so far away. And near the first month, I didn't get a penny of salary. There is plenty of food and accommodation in the factory. Near the end of the month, I sent 465 yuan. At that time, I thought, if only my grandmother were here. I called home and told my mother that I got my salary. I want to earn a lot of money, be filial to my mother and let her live a good life.

I got it in a job, and I lost a lot of blood. I finally could not help crying for a long time. In order to save money, the proprietress only took me to the health station for a simple dressing and did nothing else. After a long rest, I still have to go to work the next day. This is not fast, and it slowly turns into motivation. I want to learn it as soon as possible, and learn it well, and go out as a master myself as soon as possible. In this thought, I spent half a year and ushered in the first Spring Festival.

The day before the holiday, I received a salary of more than 900 yuan. With this more than 900 yuan, I went home to reunite with my parents and celebrate the New Year together. Those days were undoubtedly happy.

After the New Year, we went back to Shenzhen to work hard. This is my second year in society. The boss above is leaving and promoted me to be the team leader. It's really hard to be a team leader for three months because I'm not familiar with it. I handed my resignation to my boss and went out to look for a job by myself. The job is not as easy to find as I thought, especially in a better factory. These days, I am hesitant and helpless, but I can't choose. But I didn't earn a penny, and the deposit in the bank card was zero. I paid a heavy price. After tossing and turning, I entered a slightly larger factory through the introduction of my colleagues. I worked hard there. Every day besides work, I eat and sleep. This 3. 1 minute life makes me feel bored. Every time in the dead of night, I think, what should I do? what can I do? What would I do? These have become my thoughts every night. When a person is lying quietly in bed, I will take out the book Wolf Road and use it as a pillow. I don't know how many times I have read this book, but I am still used to holding it until dawn every night.

At the end of June the same year, I resigned again. I think if we want to go further and fly higher, we shouldn't stay in the factory for a long time.

Now I work as a salesman in a foreign trade company in Guangzhou. Although my performance is not very good, it is at least more challenging than in the factory. I have more passion in my heart and welcome the arrival of every morning. I told myself: I can, I can, car, house, one day I will have you! The river of life twists and turns, what will happen tomorrow? At least I won't back down today. There is still a long way to go, dreams are far away, life has an end, dreams have no limit, believe in yourself.