How to write an essay about your own story

1. Composition "Write Your Own Story"

The Joy of Giving

There is a song called "Let the World Be Full of Love", which sings : "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world." What a beautiful vision this is!

In the past, I didn’t really believe this. Can I be happy by helping others? But it was such a small thing that made me feel that all my previous ideas were wrong.

That happened on a rainy day. I attended a tutoring class during the summer vacation, but I didn’t expect to encounter such horrible weather: the rain was like broken beads, and the small trees were swinging in the strong wind, trying desperately to support their slender bodies; the morning glories that were originally hovering high on the trees, At this time, he was also thrown off and huddled pitifully, his pink dress covered with mud. The sky was clear just now, but in the blink of an eye, God's face changed. At this time, the wind blew harder and the big trees were shaking violently. The teacher looked out the window uneasily. Finally, the rain gradually subsided, and she hurriedly asked us to go home, so everyone rushed out of the classroom regardless, leaving me and two other female classmates alone. I gritted my teeth and got into the rain curtain. Miss Yu seemed to be teasing people deliberately, and she rustled to the ground again. Suddenly, I vaguely saw a figure in front of me, holding an umbrella. I thought to myself: Could it be my mother coming to pick me up? I walked forward excitedly. ah! It is indeed my mother! She looked around from time to time and called my name anxiously. My mother noticed me and quickly handed over an umbrella. I happily squeezed over from behind the two students and took the umbrella. My mother took out a coat with concern and said, "Don't freeze, put it on quickly." At this time, my mother noticed the classmates behind me: "Oh, look at those two children who are all wet. Let's squeeze in." Use one umbrella for one person and lend the other to them." I listened and said quietly: "We don't know them, why should we give it to them?" "Hey, you kid, when others are in trouble. I should help." I curled my lips and swallowed the words again. My mother stopped and asked me to greet the two classmates. They were overjoyed and ran over quickly. Although I was a little reluctant, I still handed the umbrella to them, but my mother said: "Give them this umbrella." So, the two classmates walked in front holding the umbrella, and my mother and I held up the umbrella. Walking behind with another umbrella. When we walked to a small cream-yellow building, two classmates stopped. They thanked us repeatedly. My mother smiled and pulled me up and walked away.

The wind became stronger and the rain became more urgent. Through the wind and rain, I suddenly found that I was in a good mood, as if I had done something extremely happy. Moreover, I also found that there was a kind of shining spirit in my mother. Things are so bright and dazzling.

Helping others has taught me many truths. That is, caring and considerate for others, being able to proactively and enthusiastically help others when they are in need, helping others when they are in trouble, worrying about others, rescuing others when they are in danger, and taking pleasure in helping others. Helping others makes you happy. 2. How to write a composition about my story

Speaking of "story", everyone is familiar with it. Everyone has their own story, which may be somewhat similar to others, but it is always a unique story of their own.

Everyone knows the "story", but what about my "story"? Hehe, everyone must not know it! Want to know? (No one will want to know.) Don’t worry, I’ll tell you slowly.

My story begins from the moment I was born.

When I was almost one year old, I lived with my mother at my aunt's house.

At that time, when I had just learned to walk, I would stagger around behind my brother all day long. Whatever my brother did, I would follow him.

When my brother was more than one year old, he went to elementary school. Every time he went to school, I would follow him to watch him read and do homework. My brother had just learned Pinyin, and he kept chanting "a, o, e..." every day. So, I listened and "learned" it. "a, o, e..." Naturally, my mother's laughter followed.

When I was older, I lived with my mother at my great-aunt's house. At that time, I pestered Grandpa all day long. Once, I went home with my grandfather and asked him to hold me. The aunt next to me was afraid of tiring my grandfather, so she decided that he would hold me. I quit immediately and cried and asked my grandpa to hold me. At that time, I tried my best to shout the word "grandpa", but what came out was "yi...yi...", which made everyone around me laugh. So, I became everyone's "pistachio".

In this way, in countless days, accompanied by countless interesting things, I turned seven. I entered first grade at a primary school near my home. At this time, I began this long and short primary school career.

At the age of eight, my great-aunt’s grandson (I call him brother) transferred to our school to attend the sixth grade. My brother should be a big brother, and he should let me go. (At least that's what I thought at the time.) But that's not the case with him. He has a naughty streak and quickly became close to his younger brother. As you can imagine, my eight-year-old life was spent crying "miserably".

Four years later, I entered the sixth grade.

In the sixth grade, I changed from a "good girl" to a "naughty bag". I learned to curse and fight. At that time, I kind of understood how that brother felt. But I understand friendship, separation, and sorrow.

This year, I am fourteen years old and I have entered the eighth grade. I have grown up. In our youthful Class 8 (4), I have made more friends and experienced more happiness and warmth!

Although my story stops here, it does not end. I believe that my stories will be more exciting in the future! 3. Write an essay on the topic of "My Story" and ask to set up suspense, please hurry up

My story is like the stars in the sky and the shells on the beach, with past, present and happiness. Sad, funny, serious, ordinary, bizarre... Now, let me tell you a funny story. At noon in the fourth grade of elementary school, everyone was doing homework, and it was so quiet that even a pin dropped on the ground. You can hear it. When I was picking up the eraser, I found that Xiao Ming's shoelaces behind me were loosened. A plan came to my mind. I picked up the eraser calmly and put it on the corner of the table. I looked around, everyone. They were all doing their homework seriously, so they touched it with their elbows. The rubber seemed to be quite spiritual. It really ran to his feet. I was about to reach out and touch it. His feet seemed to have eyes. They moved a little and I saw He didn't pay attention to me, and stretched out his hand to quickly tie the two shoelaces together, thinking: There will be a good show now. I pretended to pick up the eraser as if nothing had happened, and immersed myself in my homework, but in my heart I couldn't bear it. He couldn't help but want to laugh. After a while, he breathed out, picked up the notebook and handed it in. Although his legs were stretched out, he seemed to be knocked down by something and fell forward. Although he supported the tables on both sides with his hands, But he still fell to the ground. Suddenly the quiet classroom exploded, and the classmates burst into laughter. I also laughed with them, and someone commented: "His shoelaces were tied together by someone." The laughter got louder. Xiao Ming suddenly thought of something and turned his face. The angry eyes were really scary. I quickly said: "It's not me." He said: "It's not you." I thought. He would get into a fight, but unexpectedly he returned to his seat, and the storm was over. When I was about to hand in my homework, I fell down just like him, but I tripped over the table leg. Everyone laughed again. "Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. It's not that there will be no reward. The time has not come, but when the time comes, all will be repaid." Wouldn't it be so effective? . 4. How to write a 400-word essay on my own growth story

In my memory, growth is like jointed corn stalks. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow taller and taller. One year older. Looking through my growth records, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw how cautious I was when I was learning to ride a bicycle at the age of six.

When I was six years old, I saw my neighbor’s sister often riding a bicycle in the yard. I was very envious, so I begged my father to buy me one too. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bicycle.

A tall guy like me will definitely do something extraordinary! I happily got into the car. Unexpectedly, the handlebar didn't obey the control at all, and it fell down a ***. I gritted my teeth and stood up, asking my dad for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of riding a bicycle: I need to be brave, stay calm, and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried riding it for a few laps, and the effect was pretty good.

"Practice yourself, you will definitely be able to do it." Dad encouraged me.

"Huh? Are you asking me to fall again?"

"You will never learn if you are afraid of falling."

Give it a go! I rode on the bike tremblingly, the handlebars shaking constantly.

"Don't worry, hold on tight!"

I calmed down and the car finally stopped swaying.

"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.

"Click!" My funny expression was forever fixed: grinning, staring, as if I was not riding a bicycle, but stepping on a landmine. However, it didn’t take long before I was able to easily ride on the road. Not only did I learn to ride a bicycle, I also understood a principle of growth: there is always a process of learning something, and you cannot become fat in one bite. If you have to overcome difficulties and advance, you can succeed.

This is a little thing when I was growing up. These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow up and urges me to forge ahead.

Hurry up 5. Write a composition based on my story, how to write it

Childhood is like a treasure chest, filled with colorful shells, each shell has a record of me childhood memories. My childhood was childish and innocent.

When I was 5 or 6 years old, out of curiosity, I bought two chicks to play with. Those two chicks are very cute, with their little heads hanging down on their plump bodies, and their golden down is so comfortable to touch!

One day, I was lying on the floor at home, staring blankly at the two chicks. At this time, I suddenly thought: ducks can swim, and chickens and ducks look so similar, chickens must also be able to swim! So, I brought a basin of water and prepared to teach the chicken to swim.

I clumsily caught the chick in the basin.

oh! By the way, it seems like you should do some warm-up exercises before swimming. So, I caught the chicks and put them on the ground, took a wire and let them "jump rope"! After exercising for about ten minutes, I put the chick in the basin. Look, I saw two little guys splashing around as soon as they entered the water, making my face covered with water. I was so angry that I caught the two little guys and taught them a lesson. I patiently grabbed the two little feet of the chick and said to them in an impatient tone: "Watch it, I will only teach you once!" I grabbed the two little feet and stretched them to both sides, "This It's called 'breaststroke,' you know?" I yelled at them. After I finished teaching, I put them in the water and let them practice for a while and play with themselves.

About ten minutes later, I came to the basin and saw two chicks shivering from the cold. I thought: Anyway, there is still time, why not forget it today. So I took a small towel, wiped their bodies, and put them back in the nest... The next day, I got up early to see the chicks. When I came to the chicken coop, I saw two chicks lying on the ground, motionless. I quickly ran to my mother and asked her what happened to the chick. My mother looked at it and said, "It's dead." I was stunned for a moment, and then started crying. My mother asked me in confusion: "What did you do to the chicks?" I said with a cry: "Yesterday I gave them a little millet and asked them to swim for a while." "What, teach the chicks... to swim?" . . . swimming!" Mom laughed. I whispered: "Just for a moment!" It seemed that the chicken died an unexpected death! "My mother said with a sigh.

The "silly things" in childhood still feel funny when I think about it, but I feel even more sad about the death of the chicken. 6. How to write a composition about my growth story

I don’t know since when, I have something on my mind. My thin notepad has a small lock. I am more cautious when talking and doing things. I am less naive and impulsive in the past. I learned how to be careful when getting along.

I don’t know if as people grow older, they have to bear more and more pressure, and things cannot be as simple and smooth as they were when they were young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to the games of the past. The play games of childhood have long been unfamiliar to us. The tricks of childhood will not change in a hundred years. It has already become a joke for us. Now we never dare to make any promises to others, and everything in the past has long become history.

Only then did we realize that all this has already left you. Walk away.

Yesterday I had an argument with Yue Yin.

I still maintain a "distance" when I meet Yue today. I know that if I have a falling out with Yue, I won't be able to be like when I was little. We had a falling out this morning, but we can still play together in the afternoon. As we grow older, we are no longer childish and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Sometimes we make mistakes. , no matter whose fault it is, we will not apologize to anyone easily. If we have a falling out, it will be difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. After a long time, There will be an extra layer of separation. “Time can dilute everything? "But can you dilute the conflict between me and Yue?

After bidding farewell to Ming in tears today, Ming boarded the train going north, and we have been separated by a world since then. The so-called "love each other" It’s hard to see each other again, and it’s also hard to say goodbye” is vividly reflected in this farewell. It is precisely because of the pain of parting that we cherish the reunion we have now.

As we grow up, , with their own ideals and pursuits, no one will stay too long for something unnecessary

. It is precisely because of pursuit that no matter how good friends we used to be, we have to separate now. The good ones may be better in the future, but the bad ones may be the same in the future

In the last monthly exam, Jun won the title of first in his class, his vanity was extremely inflated, and his popularity was " "It was an instant hit", but Cheng "won" the "championship" as the last one in the class. With such results, Cheng did not shed tears because he understood.

If you want to lose, you can only go to My heart was filled with tears. Therefore, Cheng was demented in the class for a few days. ``````

Growth is like this, with laughter and tears, joys and sorrows. In the passing years, we have gained and lost too much. Every smile of victory and every cry of grievance have made us understand a lot. In the days when we get together with our friends, we have learned a lot. When we have to endure and cry when we are sad, we learn to get up. After achieving results, we learn to be humble.

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own. A story written to music with smiles, tears, success and failure.

When I was young, I also made a lot of jokes. Thinking about it now, it still makes me sad. < /p>

My parents were very busy at work, so I started attending the kindergarten class when I was two and a half years old. At that time, Teacher Hou was in class, and I didn’t know how to listen. One day, the children were drawing, and I was rocking the chair underneath. The chair swayed and fell, and I hit the corner of the table. My teeth cut a hole in my tongue, and the skin on my lips was scratched, and bright red blood flowed out. I couldn't apply any medicine or bandage, so I had to endure it. With.

I didn't shed a single tear. The next day, my mouth was swollen like a pig's mouth, so I went to kindergarten as usual.

As soon as I learned to speak, my mother told me to speak when I see people I know. Women who are about the same age as my mother are called "aunties", and women who are about the same age as my grandma are called "grandma"... Another day, the kindergarten was over, and I went to the school where my grandma worked. The teachers gathered around and asked me what I would call them. I opened my eyes wide and saw that some were called "aunt" and some were called "grandma". Teacher Ren came over and asked me what I wanted to call her. I looked at her for a long time and found that she was older than my mother and younger than my grandma. I improvised a name for her, "Grandma". When I called "Grandma", everyone present laughed. To this day I still call her "Grandma".

When I was in first grade, I started learning computers from my grandma. I learned to input Chinese characters, use Word to organize pages, and use Excel to edit various forms. I can also use Word to make a simple electronic tabloid! My greatest pleasure is browsing the Internet. I applied for a free online e-mail and the "Online Composition Textbook for Primary School Students", and there are already dozens of my "masterpieces" in the composition text. Recently, the "Changes" I wrote has been published on the "Online Composition for Primary School Students" website.

One day after school before the summer vacation this year, I was searching for information on the Internet in the computer room of the school. The English teacher (my master, he taught my father, so I call him this) asked me to find middle grade English exercises for him. I quickly searched it using "Baidu". When you open it, you will see that it is a compressed file. First download it to the E drive. After the download is completed, find it and unzip it. The master looked at the topic and said, "Linlin, that's it. Arrange the pages and print them out with a printer." I did as the master said. The teachers who were watching looked at it and said, "This little thing is better than us!" I heard the teachers' praise and I was very proud. But I will never be proud and will continue to work hard.

Childhood is beautiful, splendid and colorful. These things are great memories for me. 7. How to write the essay "My Story"

I am a 5 yuan bill, you must be familiar with it! Now he is quietly hiding in a red donation box with his friends.

We were about to be sent to the home of an unknown child suffering from leukemia. Thinking back on the experience of the past two days, I couldn't calm down for a long time... Two days ago, I was lying in the locked drawer of the scrap collection station gloomily.

I'm tired of being there, but it never comes to much use. If this continues, what value will I have in existence? I frowned... Yesterday, several boys came to the collection station carrying a bag of things.

They were all sweating profusely and their faces were flushed. With great difficulty, they carefully poured out the contents of their pockets - it turned out to be some scrap wire. After pouring, they left one person to guard the place while the others walked away.

After a while, another large bag was brought up. Another child tied some with a rope, and another child carried a full bucket.

After weighing, the owner told the children: "A pound is 60 pounds, 8 cents per pound, 4 yuan and 80 cents per pound. I pay you 5 yuan." When I heard this, I was very happy. Yes, I thought; the opportunity has come! Sure enough, the owner took me out of the drawer and handed me to an older child.

In this way, I left the acquisition station. I lay in the big child's hand and felt warm all over.

I looked outside, ah! A gust of cold wind made me shiver. It turned out that the weather was cold and gloomy, it had just rained, and the road was slippery and uneven - it was not easy for them to get me! After a while, I entered the building and bumped into it.

The older child solemnly handed me over to a girl called "teacher", and the teacher carefully put me into the big bag. I thought to myself: What does he want from me? This morning , the female teacher took me out and said to many children: "Students, our 5 yuan is really hard-earned!" ...`Let's discuss how to spend the 5 yuan..." Some of the children said they would buy extracurricular books, some said they would buy prizes, and some said they would donate it to Hope Primary School... At this time, the teacher said; "We all We know that a famous classmate from ** County with paralyzed legs, who went through difficulties to get into college, is an example for us to follow; now, a student from *** Village in ** Town unfortunately suffered from leukemia and has no money to continue treatment. He is dying. Struggling on the edge... How can we help students who are in the same difficulty as Xiao Ming? "The child pondered for a while and rushed to express his opinion.

They agreed that the most important thing was to help that child overcome the disease and return to school. Only 5 yuan was not enough, so the teacher I suggested that everyone send in the pocket money they usually save, and the students responded one after another.

In the afternoon, I saw that my friends were thrown into this donation box. Thinking back on these two days, it was unusual. I am always grateful to the kind and hard-working children who make my existence meaningful.

I seem to see that unfortunate child with a bright smile on his face. He was talking happily to this child... 8. Write your own story in 300 words

Books are the two meanings of life. What a simple and ordinary eye! But it occupies a very high position in my mind.

In the long river of my memory, there are always "book stories" rippling in my mind. I have an indissoluble bond with books. Every time I pick up a book wrapped in a book cover, While reading, I couldn't help but think of the past... How important books are to me! If I decide that life ranks first, then books must be second only to life. I have cried and been sad for books. That may be my attachment to books.

Whenever I see a book "retired", I feel extremely sad, as if half of my flesh has been taken away. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase. I couldn't bear to dig out my own flesh. Not only that, but I also "sold my life" for books? It's hard to believe it, but it's definitely not a lie, it's the truth from the bottom of my heart.

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my brother studied a book for me. I liked it very much. But since I'm not knowledgeable enough, it seems very laborious - I always have to look it up in a dictionary.

One day, I was sitting on the shore of a very shallow pond. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but I had no intention of admiring it. I still held the book in my hands and read it. But when I looked up the dictionary carefully, the This cherished book "sneaked away" when I wasn't paying attention, and fell into the pool with a "pop" sound. For a moment, I was like an animal that had lost its soul. I plunged my head into the pool and tried to rescue the textbook that had fallen into the water. I touched the book, but the regrettable thing happened again. I Unfair swimming! My body is not very tall, so it is difficult for me to reach the ground.

I hugged the book and struggled in the pool. Maybe it was God's will. Brother appeared at this moment and I was saved.

However, when I returned home, I was beaten and scolded again. I cried, my eyes filled with infinite pain and sorrow, but it was not because of the beating, but because of the misfortune of the book.

The book was soaked to pieces. When I opened it, I saw the turbidity... I cried again. Maybe you'll laugh at my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, I'm afraid you can't help it either.

Books, my lifelong dream is to own books all over the world. I even dream about it, but maybe this is an unattainable wish.

However, I do not feel despair, because in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is books that cultivate my sentiments and accompany me in my growth and life. Therefore, I am extremely happy. But a word of warning: those are all healthy, meaningful books! From the first time I saw her, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She is destined to me."

In the days that followed, I tried every possible means to get close to her and try to understand her. It didn't take long, and I gradually realized that I had fallen deeply in love with her. Maybe because I was tired of the bitter and tasteless ABC, maybe because I wanted to escape the suffocating x+y, I asked her out again and again, and walked into a strange and fresh world from her fragrant title page.

Not for "the golden house in the book", not for "the beautiful face like jade in the book", not for utilitarianism, not for grades, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, just for the desire in my heart , just for the pleasant "green space" in my heart. Her knowledge is so vast, her words are so philosophical; her eyes are so warm, as if they can melt all the frozen hearts in the world, and her hands are so gentle, as if they can heal the world. All the wounds... When I was in pain and confusion due to failure, she always said to me: "The real light is not that there is never a dark time, it is just that it is never covered by darkness; the real hero is not that there is never humility. Your sentiments are just not swayed by despicable sentiments; when you want to defeat external enemies, you must first defeat your inner enemies. You don’t have to be afraid of sinking and falling, as long as you constantly extricate yourself and renew yourself.”

When I was dancing for joy because of a small success, she always said to me: "There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and there are even stronger ones among the strong. A truly strong person must not only withstand the test of failure, but also Withstand the baptism of sugar-coated bullets after success, when you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness and admiring the flowers and the moon, you are afraid that others have reached the peak." She always said this to me when I couldn't extricate myself due to "slight confusion". I said: "A person will meet many people in his life, some are meteors, and some are stars.

A shooting star is beautiful, but it is a shooting star after all. The meaning of a shooting star is that it is fleeting, and the beauty of a shooting star It only originates from a moment. After all, a shooting star is a shooting star. If you pursue it for a long time, you can only wait for the star that belongs to you and cling to the beauty of this moment. The pain will only be your own. ”

When I was timid and hesitant to move forward, she would send me poems like this: "If I am confident that I will live for two hundred years, I will be like the water hitting three thousand miles"; The sword smiles to the sky, leaving the liver and gallbladder behind."... Yes! This is her. No matter it is the impetuous heat wave outside the shade of the trees, or the biting cold wind raging outside the window, as long as you are with her, she will create a coolness in the heat wave and provide a sense of comfort in the severe cold. warmth. She is the book, and this is the story between me and the book.

Looking back now, the first book I had a chance to meet has begun to become blurry and faded. Although I have passed through countless books in the past few years, they have never had the charm of "Three Hundred and Sixty Nights" from my childhood.

Compared with the previous chapter of "Books", the first grade - only two shabby, unknown books to accompany; the second grade - various small picture books and "Contemporary Primary School Students" Category; Third grade - I finished reading "The Furies" which I consider to be a full-length novel for the first time, and I admired the heroine Baima Onmu with all my heart; Fourth grade - I read several issues of "Story Club" and a set of "900 Tang Poems" ", as well as "Journey to the West", "Journey to the East" and "Journey to the North". Fifth grade - 16 volumes of "Doraemon", 3 volumes of "Dragon Ball" and "The Rose of Versailles" as well as "Jane Eyre" and "Muslim Funeral".

During the summer vacation of fifth grade - I re-read the books I had read in the past. I have read many issues of "Talking about the Past and the Present", "Biographies of Ten Generals", "The Case of Liu Gong" and "Bai Yutang" from my father's bookshelf.

This summer vacation, I read a lot of books because I read very quickly. Another thing is that I have a strong affinity for reading. As long as I have a book in hand, I will read it in one day.

Part 2 of "Book" and I went to junior high school. 9. How to write an essay about something you have personally experienced

Speaking of personal experience, everyone has it! Some are guilt-tripping, some are memorable, and some are laugh-out-loud funny. I remember it was a Sunday. That afternoon, I was sitting in the room doing my homework. In order not to disturb me, my mother closed the door. After writing for a while, I felt it was quite difficult, so I picked up a book I just bought and read it. I originally only planned to read it for a few minutes, but the twists and turns of the story in this book attracted me. I wanted to read it even more. I just put down the book and did my homework for a while, and my huge curiosity made me pick up the book and read it again. As I looked at it, I became intoxicated in the sea of ??books and forgot about my homework.

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly heard the door open. I felt nervous and subconsciously threw the book under the table and picked up a pen to start counting. (Feeling guilty for being a "thief") But after a long time, my mother didn't come. I thought again that someone from the city had come to my house, so I picked up the book fearfully and looked at it again.

Just as I was immersed in the touching story, the sound of the door opening startled me again. I didn't even bother to throw away the book, so I hurriedly picked up the pen and started calculating. This time, my mother really came into the room and saw that I was doing my homework "seriously". She was very satisfied and sat in front of me to check my homework. As soon as I took a look, the smile on my mother's face froze immediately, and then became filled with dark clouds. I secretly glanced at my mother. She looked like a tigress descending from the mountain, opening her mouth to eat someone. Seeing that a storm was coming, I was so frightened that the book in my hand fell to the ground at an inappropriate time. I just wanted to pick it up, but my mother found it. I hurriedly took my hand back, not having the guts to say anything more. My mother picked up the book and said with a smile: "This book is not bad!" When I heard this, I thought my mother had lost her temper, so I responded with a smile: "Yes, yes, this book is really not bad! There are many, many stories. Yeah! For example, the story of Edison, the story of Galileo, the story of Einstein, etc., there are so many more!" Mom smiled: "Yes, that's right, but how can I remember it so clearly? This book was given to you yesterday, right?" I was surprised and found out that I had let it slip, so I quickly excused myself: "I..." Before I could finish speaking, my mother's face suddenly changed and she said angrily. : "Why are you like this every time! How many times have I told you to do your homework first and then read the book, but why do you always get it in the left ear and out the right ear! Reading is good, but look, you always I didn’t control myself even once, how can I do it..." In anger, my mother tore up my test paper and threw it away, and the film fell like snowflakes. I felt aggrieved, and tears welled up and fell.

After this lesson, I never dare to read a book before completing my homework again.