Suiyuede Story Composition 800

The Story of Er Guang Yin is an 800-word composition.

The Story of Time

A bowl of rice, put it on the next day, the water container will be a little dry; On the third day, I was afraid that there was something wrong with the taste; On the fourth day, we can almost find that he has gone bad; If you put it down again, it will be moldy.

What made that pot of rice go bad-it was time.

However, in Shaoxing, Zhejiang, young parents gave birth to their daughters and buried an altar of rice wine in the cellar. Seventeen or eighteen years later, when my daughter grew up, these wines became the best wine at her wedding. It has a beautiful and thought-provoking name called Daughter Red.

What makes ordinary rice into mellow wine-it's also time.

Is time a good magician or an evil magician? No, time is just a simple multiplication, doubling the original digital value. The rice that has begun to deteriorate is deteriorating day by day; And the wine that began to be mellow continued to add fragrance every minute.

In the world, we also see that once naive teenagers begin to degenerate, they will inevitably get deeper and deeper, and finally become totally embarassed and disgusting. But on the contrary, time has added a gentle smile, considerate eyes, mature elegance and wisdom charm to those who pursue kindness.

It's also cooked rice. What's the difference between glutinous rice and wine? A little wine yeast. Born with parents, who degenerates like an animal, who can be promoted to be a perfect person? This is a deep-rooted and persistent desire to pursue truth, goodness and beauty.

And time is also a passer-by in people's lives, often unconsciously, he leaves quietly without leaving a trace. It is often after his death that people gradually realize that there is not much time left for themselves. It is precisely because of this that the ancients lamented: young people do not work hard, and the elderly are sad.

Time flies without a trace, goes quickly and comes quickly. Whether you can grasp time often determines the fate of a person's life. Tao Yuanming said: it is difficult to get up in the morning if you don't come back in the prime of life. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. Life is only a few decades, and it is difficult to achieve success and reach the peak in such a short time. It is precisely because of this that it is extremely important to cherish time.

Flowers in spring, wind in autumn, sunset in winter

Disappointed, young, I used to think so in ignorance.

Time took away the songs of the four seasons, and I sang them gently.

I grew up year after year in romantic poetry.

The story of running water took away time and changed a person.

For the first time in that sentimental and waiting youth.

Tayu Lo's songs have been sung for a long time because he sang the essence of time: how will time treat you and me? It depends on what we expect of ourselves.

Time, in your palm, flows away from your fingers. We wrote the story of time.

Three short essays on parting, 800 words.

Alma mater, I don't want to be separated from you.

Dear teachers and students:

Ups and downs, day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I experienced a six-year career in primary school. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have impressed me deeply. Now that we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater, a feeling of attachment arises spontaneously.

Looking back six years ago, we left kindergarten and entered Gao Qi Primary School. That is, we are still afraid to leave our parents' arms. We have to be dragged by adults when we go to the streets. Even three apples and four apples have to be counted with your fingers. Now, we not only know that there are seven continents and four oceans on the earth, but also know that there are milky way and extragalactic galaxies in the universe. We have studied mathematics, and we can write articles with pens. We know more clearly that we should love our motherland and safeguard world peace. This is the result of school education and the crystallization of teachers' painstaking efforts. Six years, 2 190 days and nights, when we graduate, we all miss this beautiful campus and our beloved teachers. No matter what words are used, it is difficult to express our gratitude and respect.

In the life of my alma mater, I gradually understood the true meaning of life: a person may not be as great as a historical monument, but he must struggle all his life; A person is not as smart as a wise man to observe the world, but he should know how to love and embrace life. In the life of my alma mater, I felt the selfless dedication of my teacher, just like a piece of chalk turned to ashes for others, but I lived a three-dimensional life; In the life of my alma mater, I realized the sincerity of friendship: helping each other, giving timely help in the snow, and watering the fields of friendship with full blood. Now, I am about to graduate and bid farewell to my lovely alma mater. I can only turn my reluctant attachment into ambition and try my best to repay my alma mater. The remaining month, study hard and go forward bravely; Let life bloom in a smile, let life surge in the tide. Take out the best results to repay the cultivation of my alma mater.

My alma mater not only gave me knowledge, but also cultivated our sentiments in various activities.

The annual spring outing provides us with an opportunity to get in touch with nature; Festival celebrations will let us know the advantages of each student; The composition contest even strengthened our writing style to understand the happiness of this word kingdom. ...

Alma mater Alma mater is the first school in life. Who wants to leave his alma mater?

I am like a kite, and my alma mater brought me into the right track of life. But in the end, my alma mater broke the line between us because my alma mater wanted me to fly higher! If one day I get lost in the wind and rain, I know this memory will heal my wounds and relieve my pain. Maybe our world will be different in the end, ko. I know this memory has accompanied me through the storm!

So fast, like a blink of an eye, like a flash in the pan.

Thank you, alma mater! Goodbye, alma mater!

Fourth, write a story about time according to family ties. Junior high school composition is 800 words.

"Our campus ..." That day happened to be the school song competition. Every class sings with all their might, hoping for a jaw-dropping performance. Accompanied by the melody of the school song, I recalled the day when I first entered school. At that time, I was in a trance, but as soon as I saw the beautiful campus scenery like Xanadu, my uneasy heart immediately calmed down.

Stepping into the campus, the first thing you see is the ecological pond, a paradise for carp. The carp in the ecological pond are all alive and kicking, as if playing "carp yue longmen". At first sight, they were attracted by the "northern magic" and focused on this pleasing scene. From then on, whenever my mood fell to the bottom, I came here to make me relaxed and happy, just like a good medicine for my mood. There is also a small bridge on the ecological pool. Although the bridge is small, it makes me treasure it. People can not only walk, but also cross the two places, so that people can see fish more closely.

Go further, then there is the flag-raising square, surrounded by buildings, and next to the podium is where the national flag is. In the past, many revolutionary martyrs died in their graves for the sake of new China, including Qiu Jin, a female revolutionary. She has never wrapped her feet since she was a child, and she is not afraid even in the most dangerous moment. It can be said that she has not spared a man, and the national flag has their strong willpower to bleed without tears, and

If you go to the playground, the banyan trees around the playground are towering green. Regardless of the seasons, rain or shine, banyan is a good place for friends to talk about the land. No one is disturbed, there are always birds singing, so that people can enjoy the seemingly isolated time after school and tell each other their long-buried worries with their intimate friends. Are you happy? Sometimes I am indignant at my friend's experience, sometimes I can't help applauding a beautiful thing of my friend, and sometimes unexpected things happen. There are many real friendship stories under the banyan tree

Now the parking shed on campus has been demolished, although it is extremely sad, but the parking shed is too old to use after all, and now it is officially retired. No matter what it looks like in the future, it will be completely new, and different memories will be derived from this campus!

As long as you understand with your heart, what's wrong with the campus? In the future, we should cherish it better and maintain it together. Everyone should take action to make the campus beautiful forever and leave many eternal memories for the years we have passed. Every corner here may become my treasure house of knowledge, and it may also weave more stories for my youth.

The story composition of five tones is 600 words.

Blood-stained armor I shed tears to kill the enemy, the city was full of chrysanthemums, the palace was dusty, and life and death were scarred.

"Jing Ke, please wait a moment." The prince said: This handful of hometown soil represents your heart, where?

A sword represents your people, and you will always be a warrior of our country. Please. "

The wind blows in Shui Han, and a strong man will never return to the west.

Blood dyed the sword red, and Jing Ke's blood dyed the prince's sword red and opened the front.

This is the change of the country and the change of the sword.

A spit is half a prosperous Tang dynasty. Li Taibai's lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments are all in his poems and in his country.

The representative of Tang poetry is Li Bai, and Li Bai is the representative of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, full of momentum.

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. This sentence came from Du Fu's heart, and how much ambition he could achieve in the late Tang Dynasty. Alas, in the end, he gave birth to his son early, shook his hut in the autumn wind and fell down at once.

This is the change of the country and the change of poetry.

West wind shutter, she is thinner than yellow flowers. She has been wandering all her life. She was originally a loving couple, and her husband died in battle. She can only sing the words "frown, but take it to heart"

Lying in the dead of night, listening to the wind and rain, Tiema Glacier dreamed of a land trip, dedicated to the country, and wanted to fight and kill the enemy when he was old. What a fearless gentleman, it's a pity that he can only dream. ......

This is a change of country and sentiment.

In the process of change, the search for swords, poems and feelings for the country are still changing, alas. ......

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Blood-stained armor I shed tears to kill the enemy, the city was full of chrysanthemums, the palace was dusty, and life and death were scarred.

"Jing Ke, please wait a moment." The prince said: This handful of hometown soil represents your heart, where?

A sword represents your people, and you will always be a warrior of our country. Please. "

The wind blows in Shui Han, and a strong man will never return to the west.

Blood dyed the sword red, and Jing Ke's blood dyed the prince's sword red and opened the front.

This is the change of the country and the change of the sword.

A spit is half a prosperous Tang dynasty. Li Taibai's lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments are all in his poems and in his country.

The representative of Tang poetry is Li Bai, and Li Bai is the representative of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, full of momentum.

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. This sentence came from Du Fu's heart, and how much ambition he could achieve in the late Tang Dynasty. Alas, in the end, he gave birth to his son early, shook his hut in the autumn wind and fell down at once.

This is the change of the country and the change of poetry.

West wind shutter, she is thinner than yellow flowers. She has been wandering all her life. She was originally a loving couple, and her husband died in battle. She can only sing the words "frown, but take it to heart"

Lying in the dead of night, listening to the wind and rain, Tiema Glacier dreamed of a land trip, dedicated to the country, and wanted to fight and kill the enemy when he was old. What a fearless gentleman, it's a pity that he can only dream. ......

This is a change of country and sentiment.

In the process of change, the search for swords, poems and feelings for the country are still changing, alas. ......

The story of Talepool and me.

After I don't know how many years, one day, the little white snake came to the world again. She wants to find her rescuer-Talepool. Little White Snake can't find her rescuer-Talepool not far away. ...

I don't know how many years passed, and one day, the little white snake came to the world again. She wants to find her savior, Talepool.

Little White Snake can't find her rescuer-Talepool. Not far away, there is a big brown stone that looks like Talepool. The little white snake thought anxiously: Could it be Talepool? Did he tell the villagers how he got the jewels and what the animals said? When the little white snake approached the stone, it was Talepool. The little white snake was more anxious, thinking, what should I do? What should I do? If I don't tell him there is such a gem, at least he won't turn into stone! The little white snake hurried home and told the dragon king about it. The dragon king said; "ah! I have long expected that he will turn to stone and tell the villagers the news because he is too kind. I have a way to revive your benefactor! But it will be very hard! " "I'm not afraid," cried the little white snake excitedly. Since he saved me, I will save him! " The dragon king said, "You need seven colored stones, a flower on the top of the mountain and a few drops of your blood, and pour them on the stones after stirring. Can you do it? " The little white snake said firmly, "I can definitely save my benefactor!" ""Then he went out to look for colored stones and flowers. The little white snake braved lightning and wind and rain to climb steep mountains and slopes in search of colorful stones and flowers. After ten days and nights, the little white snake finally found all the colored stones and flowers, leaving only a few drops of blood on her body. He endured the pain and stuck a needle in his tail. Suddenly, his tail was bleeding. Desperate, she mixed five-colored stones, flowers and blood for three days and nights, and finally made the little white snake make a "resurrection medicine". The little white snake came to the stone and poured the "resurrection medicine" on it.

Talepool came back to life. Knowing that the little white snake saved him, he was grateful to the little white snake and then returned to the villagers.

After the hunter Talepool turned to stone, the villagers lived in a remote, quiet and isolated mountain village, but people did not forget Talepool's kindness. The creation of Hunter Talepool's sequel. Villagers have lived for generations. ...

Last time, the hunter Talepool turned himself into a stone to save the villagers. The villagers are very grateful to Talepool, so they plan to turn Talepool from a stone into a man. So the villagers found the little white snake and asked him how to save Talepool. The little white snake replied, "Yes, it isn't. ...

Wang Ying, a China group that continued to write Talepool the Hunter, told a story that children liked very much. Folk stories have won the hearts of young friends with their easy-to-understand storylines and rich and peculiar imagination. Hunter Talepool is very popular in Inner Mongolia. ...

How to write the beginning of the composition on the topic of growth has been waiting this afternoon.

1 at the beginning, the leaves fluttered gently and took away the beautiful youth. Year after year, day after day, I grew up gradually. Looking back suddenly, I stumbled across that road.

End: I am growing, sensible, strong and brave! I will try my best to bloom myself and be a happy and healthy person!

The footprint of growing up, from the past to the present, is my best memory ... In the process of growing up, I was taken care of by my parents, which made me grow up in a happy life. During my growing up, I kept learning new knowledge and realized the hardships and happiness in my study and life. Day after day, year after year, flowers bloom and fall quietly.

Beginning: tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, I remember.

The end: I feel a burst of sweetness when I recall those little things. My growth path is still going on, and the growth story is still happening. Let me continue to look forward to, wait for and yearn for the wonderful and happy growth story. The story is still happening, and I am still growing.

Head 4: Time passes through our fingers and we grow up gradually. There are many growth stories in our hearts ... ending: ah! We keep growing and making progress. Believe me, we will become better!

5 at the beginning:

Growth, like a river with a long history, has caused waves in my life journey; Growth, like a lush tree, records my footprints in the annual rings. Ah, my growth is like a song and a poem, like a dream. I am changing day by day, I am harvesting, blooming and quietly falling flowers.

Or:

"The clock ticks, and I know my life is flowing at that moment." As time goes by, we become more and more mature and smarter. Every fragment in life accumulates into our growth process. To taste what we have lost and what we are losing is to taste our life. The story that happened around us is the story of growing up in our life, and our life is full of sunshine.

Ending:

When I grow up, you are like a tree ring, recording the storms I have experienced; It is a calendar year after year, which tells my changes invisibly; Like a beating note, it plays a movement that touches my heartstrings; It is a river that jumps happily, flows happily and has no fear. The footprint of growing up, from the past to the present, is my best memory …

Or:

Childhood is beautiful, brilliant and colorful. These things are good memories for me. They are like a dozen seasonings, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. My growing process is also full of different "flavors", which makes me understand a lot of truth and gives me great enlightenment.

This is a good start.

Growth is a road we must take. This road is full of thorns, happiness and joy.

Everyone's growth is full of joys and sorrows. My growing life is as colorful as a five-flavor box, sweet is sugar, salty is salt, spicy is pepper, bitter is homemade bitter melon powder, sour is vinegar, and all five flavors are available. In my nine years of life, many are happy and many are unforgettable.

Growth is like a train, carrying us to grow healthily all the time, and we are the loyal drivers of this train, driving this train forever. We must be a successful driver and never let the train run on an inappropriate track.

The footprint of growing up, from the past to the present, is my best memory ... During my growing up, I grew up in a happy life with the care of my parents. In the process of growing up, I kept learning new knowledge and realized the hardships and happiness in my study and life. Day after day, year after year, flowers bloom and fall quietly.

I am growing, sensible, strong and brave! I will try my best to bloom myself and be a happy and healthy person!

The leaves fluttered gently, taking away the beautiful youth. Year after year, day after day, I grew up gradually. Looking back suddenly, I stumbled across that road.

The day is at my feet, and I step on the calm voice. Finally I grew up unconsciously. Later, I saw a smile in a mirror in the morning, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. The image of childhood is precious. Looking back, it disappeared in the fragile crystal glass cabinet. The new era of life has replaced memories, filled the gaps in my heart, and made my ideal ready to move.

What kind of mood we use to look at a journey we have gone through is a sign of how we have grown up. Childhood was wonderful, and now it is wonderful. Therefore, we all grow up with feelings, thinking and no regrets. When we grow up, we hide everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear. ...

Times are changing. Is there anything you miss? Please write a composition with "time" as the main topic, and the content should be true.

Time is passing day by day, past time, past time and coming time, and each of us is also killing time. There are beautiful stories in time, sad stories in time, touching stories in time and nostalgic stories in time. If you were given a time pen, which time would you choose?

Holding a pen of time, some people will choose to travel through ancient times, to see ancient civilizations, to see ancient wonders, to see those people whose names we often hear in ancient history, those brilliant battles and those great inventions; Holding the pen of time, some people will want to add it to their primary school time that they can't go back. On the primary school campus, they will play with their primary school classmates. The childishness of the first grade, the naivety of the second grade, the laughter of the third grade, the joys and sorrows of the fourth grade, the ups and downs of the fifth grade, and the bits and pieces of the sixth grade all want to relive those times.

Holding the pen of time, which era will you go back to? I, for everyone, compiled an essay summary about time, and I also appreciate other people's time. You can also write your own time.

Review the revolutionary process and tell the story of the Long March in 600-700 words.

The spirit of the Long March is in my heart.

What power moved us? What spirit makes us look back proudly? What efforts make us feel infinitely proud? It's him-that great feat and glorious course!

It has been 70 years since the end of the Long March. A generation with dreams and hopes knows that it is the Long March that gives us opportunities to learn and play. Without the victory of the Long March, there would be no happiness and happiness of our generation! Everyone in China will be proud of the Long March. Because this optimistic, firm and heroic spirit has penetrated into our hearts!

There are so many stories about rolling snow mountains, crossing grasslands, crossing sandstorms and fighting chains. Which story is not circulated in the streets? Isn't the dauntless spirit of the Red Army worth learning?

We primary school students also need the spirit of striving for progress despite the difficulties on the Long March. When you encounter difficulties in your study, you must work hard to overcome them, not bully the weak and be afraid of the hard. Think about how hard the elders of the Long March worked to get our good life today. How can we be worthy of them if we don't cherish them? Ever since I learned about the 70th anniversary of the Long March spirit, I have been working hard, and I don't flinch as before when I encounter minor difficulties: I was working on a math problem, but on the way, I came up with a Cheng Jinyao-Olympic math problem, which is hard to say and complicated. After several calculations, the results are different. I was just depressed and suddenly got hit. I think: this question is not made by people at all, let's skip it! In this way, I gave up a chance to exercise myself. At that time, I was carried away by difficulties and forgot all the spirit of the Long March. I don't know that the Red Army has no chance to "skip" when it encounters difficulties, but only challenges with a bright sword. It finally won and ushered in the spring of reform and opening up.

This shows the value of the Long March spirit. He is not a person, but a group, a group of solidarity and mutual assistance. Looking back on giving up at that time, I really don't know how ashamed I was. The spirit of the Red Army is always worth learning and being proud of. When March of the Volunteers is over, I will hold my head high and look at the national flag proudly, because the spirit of the Long March will live in my heart forever!

Shi Guangyin's Story Creation

I'm on the bridge.

You are under the starlight.

I am on the roof.

You are behind a distant mountain.

I am downstairs.

You are in the autumn wind

I'm at the water's edge

You are in the waves.

You are raindrops

Snuggle up in my hands.

You are an angel.

Spread your wings in my dream

You are a string of smiles over the years.

Growing up in my tired heart

You are a warm flower.

Diffuse in my hazy eyes

When I'm awake

You are in the past.

When I'm lonely

You are in the song.

When I am writing at my desk

You are black and white.

(of vivid characters in a picture or a novel) seems to be vividly portrayed.

When I wander around

You are the one in the blurred night sky.

A familiar sigh

Stupid stare.

I squinted at the window.

When you look up,

You are in the bright moonlight again.

I just don't know

Guanghanshuxia

Was it planted?

Acacia in full bloom forever

You are an ethereal boat after all.

Dressed in white

Stay away gloomily

But have you ever seen the coast?

Reluctantly say goodbye

Grass separation

Have you heard of it?

Someone is crying silently for you.

When I wake up tomorrow,

Maybe we've forgotten.

The time we spent together.

The Story of Time