My story composition is 300 words.

The new semester of grade four begins, and you come to our class. You are thin, thin and black. My eyes kept shooting at you, and the teacher was so curious that he arranged for you to sit next to me. As soon as the class was over, the students chatted enthusiastically and chatted about the anecdotes of the summer vacation. I couldn't help glancing at you, tapping your arm with my hand and asking, "Hey, my name is Xu Yini. What's your name?" First, you paused, smiled shyly at me and said, "My name is Dandan." You turned away again, and I smiled awkwardly, so I didn't ask any more questions. Then there was a silence, speechless. Perhaps every fruit of friendship is like a green fruit, full of bitter taste!

Oranges are half sweet and half sour

Last time I talked to you, I thought your voice was beautiful. One day, I found you holding a magazine, which seems to be about music. I asked you what article it was, and you laughed without saying a word. Suddenly, the feeling of loss is sour. I decided to take the initiative to associate with you. I leaned forward again. Do you like music? Perhaps the previous conversation reduced our strangeness. You said with a smile that you want to be a singer when you grow up. I gave a gentle "Oh" to show you that I want to be a writer. When you learned that we all have ideals and will work hard for them, you finally showed a bright smile and sounded a silvery laughter. I feel that our hearts are close at once, and I have tasted the sweetness of friendship for the first time.

Peach * Friendship perfume

"Danny, I have a present for you!" I said mysteriously. "The latest poster of XX!" You "wow" and hugged me. After school, there is an extra composition book on the desk. When I handed it in, it was written on the title page: We are on the Rainbow Bridge hand in hand, good friends forever! I put the book away carefully, as if I had eaten a big peach.

Smile+dream+share, let me be your best friend.

Our hearts are getting closer and closer, let the rainbow of friendship shine in the flight!

This is our story. You, write a song,

Me, write it down. ...

Our Story (Part Two)

Danny, you said we should fight for our dreams. ...

Early spring ~ wonderful piano sound

Your birthday, in bright March, is wet moss in early spring. The long memory line has not forgotten you and me.

You sat in front of the piano, stretched out your slender fingers, and the first note jumped out. You said, this is the most beautiful voice in the world. I also think your piano sound is the most beautiful. You also said that the perfect sound of the piano permeated every inch of your childhood. Maybe time can wash away old photos for many years, but it can't wash away the footprints left by music in your heart.

Your faint brow tells me that this music is very pleasant and needs no explanation. All the stories have become songs, songs of youth.

Late summer ~ it's raining

I will never forget that summer. We should go our separate ways.

I remember running to you in tears and saying, I don't want to be apart from you. . You smiled and said to me, no, girl. However, you shed a bunch of tears and forced a smile.

Remember how wonderful those days were! You taught me to play the piano. Although I was never serious, I made you cry. Sorry, although I can't compare with you who took the piano exam, you taught me how patient I am.

People often say that our three-year friendship can be better than others' six-year friendship. Whenever this happens, I will proudly look up and take your arm and say, of course! You are really a good girl, just like your sister, taking care of my sister's bad temper everywhere.

It was my birthday, and it was also the day to shoot graduation photo. It never rained on my birthday before, but it rained in Mao Mao that day. In the storm, you hugged me and said, Yi Ni, do you still remember our initial dream ... I don't know when tears and rain are intertwined. ...

Mid-autumn festival ~ enjoy the moon

After graduation, we went to our respective schools.

You often call me: your music teacher always asks you to sing a song and applaud him. Your deskmate untied your shoelaces when you weren't paying attention ... I always laughed with tears on the other end of the phone. At least, I know you're doing well.

On the first Mid-Autumn Festival after entering middle school, I went home on holiday and you invited me to enjoy the moon. You eat moon cakes while saying that the moon is really round. Later, I heard you sobbing. You said you thought about giving up music. I just found out that the laughter conveyed by the other end of the phone is fake. I hold your hand tightly and want you to feel the warmth of my palm. Never mind, you will, I whispered.

It's round, but it still hurts ...

Friends can go far and far, but they can never walk out of each other's square. Also, don't give up your dreams.

This is our story, including our dreams!

My story composition is 300 words. Go, go, go.

1) actually, writing is very simple.

Everything is difficult at the beginning? Not for me to start writing.

Writing was a piece of cake in primary school. I don't remember what it was like to write for the first time. Are you excited? Bored? I still don't feel it. Maybe it's the latter, but at most it's fresh. For novelty, I always write every article carefully.

I also read many composition books for fresh energy. The first composition book I got was given by my teacher when I was studying composition in the summer vacation. I still feel so familiar and kind. Probably the first one. I read it carefully. Maybe memorizing it is not a problem.

My efforts paid off. My composition was approved by the teacher in the third grade. He often reads my composition in class. I felt embarrassed at first, but then I got used to it. I am greedy for the teacher's pride in reading my composition, so I write more attentively.

Ask me, is there a secret to writing? At that time, my answer was, I can write whatever I want, and there is no ideological burden at all. The author's writing needs the author's truest feelings. Most of the articles I wrote when I was a child were interesting things around me, and I used the mind of benzene to describe the happy process.

I also made a joke: in order to write a 600-word composition, I tried to mix water, and finally wrote more than 800 words. How many words were written at the end of the composition? I didn't expect the stars and the moon to praise me, but I got a ruthless comment: the composition is not delicate enough. This is a heavy blow to the young mind, but I still like writing. I expressed my feelings in another way besides talking.

Actually, writing is very simple. I can write if I want. I am a bee soaked in honey. Writing about my childhood!

(2) The original writing is still different from what I thought.

Is growing up a good thing or a bad thing? It is also a question about the writing process.

When I was in the first grade, I wrote a personal article: a small restaurant in my village was smashed by several social hooligans because it didn't pay the protection fee, and finally the woman was hacked to death. The woman fell in a pool of blood, and her daughter cried in despair with her mother in her arms. That was the first time I saw such a cruel scene. Later, I wrote it into the essay contest. It was the first time I cried and wrote a good article, but I didn't expect to win the first prize.

It was the most beautiful and good beginning of my junior high school composition career, but that beauty belongs to epiphyllum, and nothing will be left if I thank it.

There are few opportunities to write books and read books in junior high school. I don't feel so strongly about some composition competitions for the first time. The intense life has left me a blank in writing, and the more terrible composition is no longer freestyle. I'm not good at using parallelism and lyricism, and I don't want to write them deliberately to add color. Who said that writing a comparison or metaphor at the beginning can attract teachers? It is specially designed for grass, spring breeze, Mao Mao rain and so on. This is not the truest emotion.

The composition in junior high school is very confusing, and those articles praised by teachers make me feel more empty. I make up with words, travel across the world, and pretend to be thoughtful. However, it seems that I still stay in the composition of primary school, but my thoughts have grown up when I grow up, but I am not satisfied with my own article, which is also a part of mediocrity.

The original writing is still different from what I thought. I lost myself at the intersection I know best. Can't I write my own composition?

(3) Then I'll start over.

Entering high school, I first came into contact with Golden Claw Literature Society. This excellent literary society has many honors because it has trained many excellent writers.

When I first read it, those articles were completely different from what I usually came into contact with. I need to feel like them in my writing and write their thoughts in a natural way. I envy their literary background.

Find the meaning of writing in their writing, not for grades, but for fun, a free way to record their dreams, lives, fantasies and even lives. Leave traces of your years with a pen, and the road of life will not be empty.

I saw a door in the dark, pushed it gently, and a ray of soft light came in through the door. Finally, the CD was dark, but there was only light in front of me. I resolutely chose to report to the literary society. Because this is an opportunity that cannot be lost. I'm going to make myself work hard and then study writing seriously. I am ambitious to be an excellent writer like my senior, and I am confident that I can do it.

I didn't join a literary club, but I have a mission-like task to enrich myself and return to my scholarly world again this summer vacation.

Start over and make a valuable change for yourself! ! !

③ Write a story composition of 300 words by yourself.

I am a girl and I have a happy family. My grandmother has seven grandchildren and only one granddaughter. I am the youngest, so I am very loved by my grandmother.

After grandma died, my parents decided to work in other places and asked me to transfer. When I first came to grandpa's house, my grandparents were very kind to me, but gradually they didn't like me so much.

Once, one of my classmates complained about toothache. I took some medicine when I got home and gave it to her when I came to school in the afternoon. After school, I told my grandmother about it. My grandmother didn't say anything but a word "OK!" ".At that time, I didn't know what the word" good "meant. Later I learned that even if I did a good deed, I wouldn't get their praise. Maybe I am a girl, so they don't like me.

There is a boy in my uncle's house. He is my cousin. He is in my class. I often hear his grandparents praise him. Once, while we were eating, he learned to play the flute there again. Grandpa said, "This boy!" Then he smiled. I went on to say, "Cousin may not learn to play the flute." As soon as the voice fell, an unexpected thing happened to me-my grandmother swore: "Just you, just you!" You are the most capable and intelligent, and no one can compare with you! "After that, my grandfather said to me, why do you look down on people? People are versatile, just like you! " Suddenly, tears as big as beans fell from my eyes, and I said, "What am I looking down on? "Grandma said to Grandpa," Don't yell at people like her, it's a waste of effort. "So, I put down my bowl and ran out of the kitchen, thinking: Why do my grandparents treat me like this? What am I inferior to my cousin? Even if I really am not as good as him, my grandparents shouldn't do this to me!

I have never heard my grandparents praise me, and I don't want their praise, but I don't want them to look down on me like that. Did I do something wrong? Will God torture me? A question mark flashed through my mind.

I cry every time I hear my grandparents insult me. When I cry, I will think of leaving my grandmother. Every time I say to myself, "Grandma, have you seen what life my granddaughter leads?" At the thought of these, my heart is as uncomfortable as a needle. Why can't I have my grandparents who love me?

I want to say to my grandparents: that woman is equal! Boys and girls are the same. I can do what my cousin can do. Girls are no worse than boys! One day I will do something that will impress them. Now they yell at me, and I can bear it, because I want them to know that I love them.

Friends, this is my story. Tell me your story too!

My own story composition is 300 words.

I remember it was a winter. ...

The sun in winter can always bring people inexplicable joy and emotion. Today is another sunny day.

Pushing open the window, I bathed in warm sunshine, closed my eyes and held out my hand. I felt the sunshine dancing in my hands, and I took a deep breath. It smells good! Is it the smell of the sun? Faint, it seems that there is no fragrance, which fascinates me.

"Bang, bang, bang ..." Mother patted the quilt from the balcony. It's rare to meet such fine weather, and my mother is still busy in bask in the quilt. "If only my mother could bask in the sun with me!" I thought to myself.

I remember when I was a child, when winter came, my mother always took me to the balcony to bask in the sun. My mother always rubs my little hand with her big hand until it gets hot. We sit in the sun, feel the warmth of the sun and breathe fresh air. It was really enjoyable. My mother said to me, "son, do you know that the sun is fragrant?" The fragrance is very special, warm and faint, and people will feel particularly good when they smell it! " "Say that finish, mother took a deep breath. I smiled, convinced that the sun has fragrance, otherwise, how could I be in such a good mood?

When I grow up, I no longer bask in the sun with my mother. Busy school sometimes makes me forget the good weather outside.

Outside the window, the sun is a little pale, the gold is a little pale, and it is replaced by a dark blue and black.

After finishing my homework, I was ready to go into the bedroom to rest, only to find that my mother had made a quilt for me. The moment I got into bed, I smelled a warm smell, the smell of the sun, which my mother collected for me.

My mother didn't have time to bask in the sun with me like when I was a child, but the bedding warmed my whole body. When I was a child, what I couldn't erase was the warm smell of the sun and the warm love of my mother.

⑤ My experience composition is 300 words.

There are always many unhappy things in life, one of which is still fresh in my memory.

One day, I was idle in the dormitory and wanted to play with the remote-controlled car, leaving nothing behind. I saw the remote-controlled racing car parked quietly on the windowsill, and I was like a racing driver ready to go. I skillfully turned on the switch and turned it on. Just when I was having fun, my mother came out of nowhere and asked, "What are you doing?" I quickly hid the remote-controlled racing car behind me. Mother asked again, "What are you hiding behind your back?" I said, "Nothing." Mom came soon, saw the remote-controlled racing car and said, "How dare you play if you don't study hard all day?" I let you play! "I stepped on the remote control car and pointed at me fiercely. I was so scared that I burst into tears. My mother warned me, "Don't cry! Otherwise, I will hit you! "I couldn't help myself at the moment, and my tears kept falling.

Mother went out, brought a rope and said, "Are you still crying?"? If you still cry, I will fight until you stop crying! " At that time, my mother was really like a hungry wolf bullying a rabbit. I dare not cry and stare at my mother. Seeing me staring at her, my mother said, "Don't you dare stare at me! I will teach you well! " A whip was thrown at me and I screamed with pain. Immediately, a red mark appeared on the leg. I cried, and my mother hit me harder, and only let me go when I was eating.

At night, I cried, cried and fell asleep. At dawn, I found my wound, as if it were entangled in a bandage. Thinking of what happened to me yesterday, I cried and cried very sadly. ...

Oh, no wonder mom, it's all because I'm too playful and don't study hard that she's so angry!

6. Those stories of growing up, the junior high school composition is 300 words.

At that dusk, a notice flew over the tall building, over the golden field and into my hand. When I saw the bright red notice, I felt extremely gratified. These six years' efforts have finally paid off. In the past six years, how many ups and downs have been experienced and how many bumps have been experienced; In the past six years, I have realized the truth of being a man, the method of doing things, and the responsibility and task of being a student. In these six years, I don't know how many difficulties I encountered and how many times I fell, but what I fell was strength. Now I have finally stepped into the door of junior high school. There are more difficulties ahead, but I won't back down. Even if I fall, I will get up from where I fell.

Primary school seems to be a five-flavor bottle. But this is a special five-flavor bottle. Why do you say that? Because there is only sweetness in this five-flavor bottle. What is sweet? Sweetness means that we fly freely in the sky of knowledge, enjoy the milk of knowledge and feel the sweet taste. Dear teachers are like kind mothers. Speaking of this, I can't help thinking of my first or second grade teacher Guo, and her kind face appears in my mind. I seem to hear your kind voice again: Le Jia! Your kind words touched every one of us, and I will always remember you, dear Miss Guo.

Facing the sunrise, I walked at a brisk pace, and finally stepped into the school gate of junior high school and became a middle school student, which meant that I stepped onto a new step and met new challenges. Some people say, "Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. " In fact, it is precisely for this reason that if you are a little careless in your study, sometimes just a little, you may miss the victory. So now I will work harder and meet new challenges with a brand-new attitude.

From now on, I will start from bit by bit and move towards that best goal. Believe me, I can do it!

7. My story composition is 300 words.

This week's comprehensive evaluation, our class won the first place. The teacher asked everyone to talk about their feelings, and I said excitedly, "I can't believe it's true." Look at the "flowing red flag" on the wall and you will believe it. "Rinrin Bell, Rinrin Bell ..." I was awakened by the alarm clock. Third, it is really "most people forget things". I forgot today's homework. Teacher's comment: You are a very capable child. Although the content of your composition is very simple, it is fluent and speaks in place. Your description of the feeling when the class won the first place in the comprehensive evaluation is very accurate, which makes me feel your excitement and excitement. At the same time, it can be seen from this incident that you are a good student with a sense of collective honor. However, it is really too simple for us to understand you from your words.

My Chinese New Year story composition is 300 words.

Sometimes I like quiet, sometimes I like noisy. I like to have fun during the Spring Festival, and I like to celebrate the New Year best. When people celebrate the New Year, they paste Spring Festival couplets, watch the Spring Festival Gala, set off firecrackers, set off fireworks and eat hot pot ... What a lively New Year! The Spring Festival Gala began, and the family gathered around the TV on time, staring intently, humming and dancing. The program of the party was colorful, including cross talk, sketches, singing, dancing and magic ... Every program won everyone's praise, applause and laughter. At the end of the party, the host shouted: "Ten, nine, eight ... two, one" and "Bang, bang, bang ..." The bell rang at zero, and the New Year began.

We wish a happy new year. I may have made a wish and hope that my grades will improve in the new year. The earth has become a world of fireworks. Oh, happy flowers are in the sky, on the ground, in people's hearts ... ah! Fireworks are colorful and varied, competing to decorate the night sky of the New Year into a beautiful hanging garden. The "red peony" here just flew into the sky, and the "monkey wearing the sky" there is eager to try. Look, the "lightning thunder" over there really lives up to its reputation. It flew into the sky at lightning speed and exploded with a thunderous noise. Look, this "Golden Dragon Dance" here is not to be outdone. It winds up and explodes with the sound of the dragon. The most wonderful thing is the cash cow over there. As soon as it exploded, there was a spark inside, which grew bigger and bigger, and a tree slowly appeared. Golden sparks fell from the tree. "Oh, rich, rich …" People cheered at this "cash cow".

There are many other people I don't know who appear in the vast sky, some of them are like scattered flowers, and clusters of them go straight into the sky; Some, like autumn chrysanthemum and Chinese rose, are colorful and changeable; Some are as red as blood, just like red berries; Some are as white as jade, like snow lotus ... colorful fireworks set off the sky like day. Looking at the golden rain dripping in the sky and the silver flowers blooming on the ground, we clapped our hands and danced, smiling ... our smiling faces reflected the fire and looked even more lovely. I like the New Year because it is really lively. I like Lantern Festival because it is really lively. I like Mid-Autumn Festival because it is very lively. I like ... In a word, I just like excitement.

My family story composition is 300 words.

It's a hot summer. Although it's raining, it's not as hot as it is, and people are still sweating.

On this day, I took the entrance examination for Yuan 'an Foreign School in Grade Three. The alley leading to the foreign school has long been blocked. Between the two old red walls, dozens of cars lined up in two long queues, and all kinds of motorcycles crowded on one side of the long queues. The long dragon has been singing, and people's shouts are mixed in. This place has become a busy city.

My mother and I waited for a quarter of an hour, but it didn't open to traffic. We are in a hurry for fear of delaying the exam. Suddenly, my mother made a decisive decision-carrying me through the seam!

It was still raining, so my mother took me away. I lay on my mother's back, holding an umbrella, for fear that my mother would get wet. Mother walked around the car, treading on thin ice every step. There are large and small puddles on the road, and there are deep and shallow puddles. My mother has no scruples about it. Finally, at the end, two cars and motorcycles grabbed the road. As a result, all three cars could not move, and the original gap was even smaller.

Mother didn't flinch, but moved on and had an impact. First, my mother tried to walk straight over and found her body stuck. Unable to move forward, they came back and used it sideways, but it was still crowded. Mother gritted her teeth and trembled, and forced her way through. After this, my mother forgot to rest and ran directly to the school gate, behind my back.

This short journey, my mother walked for almost twenty minutes. When I arrived at the examination place, my mother told me what to pay attention to in the examination. At this time, I found that my mother's shoes, trouser legs and coat sleeves were soaked, and sweat came out from my forehead. Mother herself doesn't know, just cares about me.

Now that I think about it, I feel grateful and guilty. I really think this is the greatest and most selfless love in the world.

Dear mother, I will turn gratitude into endless love to repay you and make you the happiest mother in the world!

Attending to "My Story" as the topic, write a 300-word composition and answer it.

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