Composition on the story flowing from the tip of the pen

In real life or work and study, everyone has written compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). What kind of compositions have you seen? The following is a story composition that I carefully compiled from my pen. You are welcome to read and collect it. The story that flows from the pen tip 1

On the street at dusk, a primary school student named Lu Tian was walking.

Lu Tian was a child who had a hard life. Unfortunately, his father died in a car accident. Soon after, his mother lost her job and found a job setting up a stall. The family's income was meager, and the boy only had A bun.

Lu Tian ate bread and hurried home. At this time, there was a miserable cry from the corner. Lu Tian looked around and saw that it was a poor puppy. His hair had receded some and he was dirty. He looked like he had been wandering for several days. .

The kind-hearted Lu Tian saw the puppy and gave some of his own bread to the puppy. The puppy seemed to be very hungry and ate it voraciously. Lu Tian touched the softness of the puppy The hair left.

The next day, when Lu Tian went to school, he passed by that place and looked at the puppy. It was curled up in the corner. Lu Tian walked around him. The puppy wanted to follow, but hesitated, and finally did not follow.

In the evening, Lu Tian met the stray puppy again in his old place. and likewise gave it some bread, and went away. It was like this on the third day, it was like this on the fourth day, it was still like this on the fifth and sixth day.

Finally the puppy couldn't bear it anymore. When Lu Tian gave it bread for the seventh time, it followed Lu Tian and quietly came to his house.

That night, Lu Tian took the puppy home and washed it clean with water.

Lu Tian thought that since it is my dog, I should give it a name. Therefore, Lu Tian wanted to have a puppy of his own - Duoduo, what a cute and nice name.

From then on, Lu Tian and Duoduo depended on each other and lived together. Story composition 2 from the tip of the pen

"I'm hungry!"

"I'm hungry too!"

The children's shouts kept coming and going.

"Okay," Mother Fly put her hand on her forehead and comforted her children, "We will be there soon. Mom will take you to Fuqing, Fujian today. There are a lot of food there."

< p> "Mom, isn't Shanghai good?" The eldest son didn't understand.

"Son, is life in Shanghai easy?" the mother said helplessly.

Not long after, the family flew to Fuqing and flew to the farmers market next to the bustling pedestrian street. Following the smell of seafood, the family found a stall, looked at the delicious food, and dived in. The collision made the transparent plastic cover "bang" "bang"... the sound was heard endlessly. When they raised their heads, they were very similar. They all had bruises and swollen faces. The eldest son used too much force and was knocked unconscious. He was slapped to death by the stall owner. The mother sadly fled the Kwun Tong Farmers Market with her children. "Mom, why is the stall owner so cruel?" "Mom doesn't understand either." Mother Fly was at a loss. Where is the way?

The family fled to Yifu Street and finally found some delicious food. Unexpectedly, an aunt in a red vest came. The family hid in a tree in a panic and watched helplessly as they were eating food. The delicious food went into the trash can, and the mother fly asked the trash can: "Brother Big Belly, you used to welcome me, but today the door is closed." The trash can smiled heartily and said: "Fly girl, China is changing!" "Change!" Well, you can’t help but make good friends.”

The fly led the child to Xianggao Street. A young man came from the other side. After eating the banana, he threw it away. The fly was overjoyed and ran away. I saw a red scarf behind the young man, bending down to pick up the peel: "Uncle, everyone is responsible for our beautiful hometown." The young man took the peel from the red scarf's hand and said, "Uncle, I'm wrong." "The peel went into the trash can. Alas, the deliciousness is gone again. The fly is confused. There is no way to survive in Shanghai, and there is no way to survive in Fuqing. Where is the way?

The trash can opened the door and came out and said: "Sister Fly, the beautiful hometown is deeply integrated into people's hearts, into their marrow, and into their flesh and blood." The fly was truly stunned. Composition 3 of a story flowing from the tip of the pen

"Cough cough cough cough..." There was another violent cough. Tiedan heard it, put down what he was doing, and ran over quickly to help his grandfather beat his back. , while saying: "Grandpa, are you okay?" Then he picked up the very clean cup next to him, scooped a cup of water into the clear river, ran towards Grandpa, and poured it into his mouth bit by bit. He drank it, and the moonlight fell from the sky, shining on Tiedan and Grandpa's faces.

"Grandpa, look," Tiedan pointed at the moon and stars, "look how much we look like each other." Tiedan was still a naive child. His parents worked in other places, so he had to Let Tiedan's grandfather take care of him. Tiedan has round and big ears and big eyes, hanging on his face like two black gems. There is always snot hanging under his nose and a smile on his face. Grandpa has wrinkles all over his face, small eyes, and always holds a big cattail leaf fan in his hand. But because he is frail and sick, he has no money to hire a doctor, so he has to deal with the disease year after year, day after day. Dragging.

Every time grandpa coughs, Tiedan will give him the tremella soup he cooked. After drinking it, grandpa will say: "Thank you, my good grandson." Because in the tremella soup, grandpa There will always be a taste of love.

Tiedan is not only filial to the elderly, but also has good grades. Every time, Tiedan always listens carefully in class and takes notes carefully. He is at the top of the class in every exam. Dan did his homework seriously, reviewed old knowledge, and previewed new knowledge. But seriously, after finishing his homework, Tiedan went to cook, making nutritious and delicious white fungus soup.

"Grandpa, do you think it tastes good?"

"It's delicious!"

"It's delicious, just eat more." < /p>

After dinner, Grandpa and Tiedan washed the dishes and went out for a walk hand in hand. Under the moonlight, we could see the words "happiness" written on Tiedan and Grandpa's faces. Words, and occasionally I heard the two of them talking cordially. At night, the whole village was quiet. Grandpa once again sat on the chair and squinted his eyes, looking at the bright moon like a jade plate in the sky, feeling very warm in his heart.

This is a place full of love, because when the moonlight shines down, love is illuminated. The story that flows from the pen tip 4

In 1940, a small village in Finland was occupied by the German army. People live in fear and panic every day. In this era of war and chaos, famine is what people fear most. Just the night before, the German army snatched away the last bag of flour, and the last hope of the villagers was shattered.

But one day, a military truck drove over, and five or six German soldiers got off the truck and distributed bread to the villagers. Although everyone was very strange, as long as they had something to eat, they all ate one bite at a time and had a great time eating.

The old woman Mary picked up two or three loaves of bread and walked towards her cabin. Opening the door, there were three young men sitting inside. Their hands were cold, their faces were bloodless, and their lips were pale. Mary touched their heads lovingly and handed them three black loaves wrapped in old newspapers: the eldest son, Baker, hugged the bread like a baby; the second son, Percy, caressed it as if touching a baby. Baby; the youngest son Dan looked at the bread affectionately and actually shed tears. "Mom...why don't you eat?" Dan, the youngest son, couldn't help but ask. "I...I ate one on the way. I was so hungry just now." Mary forced a smile and touched her stomach. Every day after that, Mary left bread for her sons, while she picked up vegetable leaves from the ground and secretly stuffed them into her mouth.

But on an ordinary night, the whole village died unexpectedly. At that time, Finland had repelled the German army, and after finding out the cause, they found that there was a deadly toxin in the bread! Of all the men, women, and children in the village, only Mary survived. When the doctor wanted to examine her, the purpose was to detect whether Mary's body had produced antibodies that could resist the anti-toxin. Mary stared at the soldiers with almost desperate and resentful eyes, and said in a trembling and hoarse voice: "No need to check, I left all the bread to my sons. They died, but I survived. I wanted them to eat it." You can survive with bread, but... they all died. It was me who killed my sons..."

All the people present were extremely shocked and moved. In the column of "Reasons for Survival" I wrote two words: maternal love. Composition 5 of a story flowing from the tip of the pen

In the winter sunset, a hungry and emaciated stray dog ??was squeezed into the crowd and squeezed out again.

It walked into a remote alley in a busy street. The wind was like many cold thorns, making it shiver. At this time, a man appeared at the end of the alley. This man was tall and he quickly walked up to the stray dog. It saw the man's face clearly. He was a middle-aged man, probably in his 50s. The man suddenly kicked it, and the stray dog ??quickly hid aside and curled up. The man cursed again: "Whose stinky dog!" and then left.

The stray dog ??lay on the ground again, and not long after, another person came to the end of the alley, this time it was a child. It wanted to run but couldn't, and wanted to scream but didn't dare. This child only looks like a teenager, he is x. He gently approached the puppy and gently touched its head. Thinking of the food on his hand, he gave it a piece. But it didn't dare to eat, so the boy ate some to show it. The stray dog ??was relieved and wolfed down the piece of food. The boy asked: "What is your name? My name is xx." The dog was still stunned. Staring at him blankly. "Then I'll call you Duoduo." xx said. xx looked at his watch and said, "It's getting late. Goodbye Duoduo."

The next day xx came to play with it, but couldn't find it after looking for it all day. xx came home a little disappointed and found her mother playing with Duoduo, so she asked her: "Don't you let me keep a dog?" "But it was the thief who discovered it! And no one wanted it, so I kept it. Come down." Mom said. xx is very happy.

Duoduo lived a happy life from then on. The story flowing from the pen tip 6

I discuss the world with Guan Yu

On a sunny morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and found that I was sleeping in a camp among. I was stunned for a moment. At this moment, I saw the tent door of the camp being opened by a pair of hands, and a green body appeared in front of me.

The man's face is as red as a date, his eyes are as red as a phoenix, he stands upside down with silkworm eyebrows, and his long five-willow beard is flowing on his chest. He is majestic and has a dignified appearance. My heart tightened and I thought: "What? This...this...isn't this Guan Yu...?" I was filled with doubts. Could it be that I have returned to the Three Kingdoms period? I was so surprised and couldn't believe it all. However, for some reason, my body completely lost consciousness, and I bowed to Guan Yu in a daze. Guan Yu smiled and said, "Haha, why are you so polite, General? Come on, let's go on a tour of the camp!"

Without further ado, Guan Yu and I got on our horses and went to tour the camp together. On the way to patrol the camp, Guan Yu suddenly let out a long sigh. I asked: "General, why do you need to sigh?" Guan Yu replied: "Today, the Han Dynasty is declining, and the Han Dynasty is about to perish. But now, my eldest brother (Liu Bei), third brother (Zhang) and I Fei) has been working hard for this, my brother must be heartbroken, how can I not sigh? "Guan Yu, who is so brave and invincible, actually misses his brother sadly!

I immediately reined in the horse, stood still, and said to Guan Yu: "General Guan, don't worry, the lord (Liu Bei) and the military advisor (Zhuge Liang) are very good. Now the heroes are vying for hegemony. Sun Quan and Cao Cao are fighting against Jingzhou." The general must keep an eye on every move of these two men. Don't send troops easily yet. It's not too late to make plans until the rear is stabilized. "Yes, the sun is setting, Cao Cao (Cao Cao) and Quan Zi (Sun Quan). ) is your lord's concern, I must defend Jingzhou!" Guan Yu stood in front of the bridge with his eyebrows raised and shouted loudly! Standing next to him, I seemed to see the past again! Back then, they were so majestic and mighty! At this time, Guan Yu turned around and smiled loudly at me.

Suddenly, everything went dark, and I jumped out of bed. It turned out to be a dream! I hurriedly took out "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" from the bookcase and opened it, and I seemed to see the figure of the loyal hero again! Composition 7 of the story flowing from the tip of the pen

Today, my mother and I went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. When I came to the vegetable market, I saw that it was very busy, with many people coming and going, and all kinds of shouts and cries coming and going.

Suddenly, I heard a little boy shouting loudly: "Who lost the money?" Suddenly, many people gathered around. After a while, a young man with dyed yellow hair squeezed into the crowd and shouted to the little boy: "This money is mine, give it back to me quickly!" As soon as he finished speaking, another aunt came and said that she had just Lost money. A share of money, but two people came to collect it. The little boy clutched the money in his hand tighter, not knowing who to listen to.

At this time, an old man in the crowd spoke: "Children, don't believe their words. Ask them how much money they each lost. If it is the same as the amount of money in your hand, then it won't work. Have you found the owner?" Upon hearing this, the young man quickly said, "Well, it's three hundred yuan." "No!" the little boy replied loudly. "It's two hundred yuan." The aunt said. "That's not right either." The little boy shook his head and said. The two men said a few more numbers, but no one got it right. The young man became impatient and shouted loudly: "Give it to me quickly! This money is mine, but I can't remember the amount at the moment."

The aunt blocked the young man and said to the boy: " Don't listen to him, I brought this money to buy groceries, you should return it to me."

The little boy glanced at the two of them, and slowly opened his hands, only to see that his hands were quiet. Lying quietly was a shiny silver coin.

“It turned out to be only one yuan!” There was a burst of laughter from the crowd. The aunt blushed, turned around and ran away, and the young man also left in disbelief.

In the end, the crowd dispersed. I don’t know whether the little boy finally found the owner of the dollar, but I knew that he had found the most precious thing. Essay 8 on the story flowing from the tip of the pen

The sky was gloomy, the rain was pouring, and the whole campus was shrouded in black terror. Suddenly, a roar came from classroom 601.

"Zhang Ming, get out of here!" The teacher slapped the podium and shouted loudly.

"I'm right, I..." Zhang Ming was about to explain but was interrupted by the teacher: "You don't need to explain anything, just ask your parents to come over!" Zhang Ming was angry, he slapped the table, Staring at the teacher with his swollen eyes, he walked away.

"You...you..." The teacher was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"An announcement is now being broadcast, asking all teachers and students in the school to quiet down." At this time, the radio rang.

“This notice is related to a classmate. It is a letter written by a lady to him. The content is as follows: Dear little classmate, hello, first of all, my children and I would like to extend our most sincere attitude to You express your gratitude because you came to my rescue when there was an injustice and protected my child. I heard from my child that you are very strong. You are wearing the uniform of an experimental primary school. When you saw your child being bullied, you stood up bravely. You got justice for my son. Although those bad boys were beaten away, you also suffered a lot of injuries. Here, I ask the school to find this boy and express my gratitude to him in 20xx! October 9th. Now that I have finished reading the letter, I will invite this classmate to come to the broadcast room.

"

The teacher lowered his head. He seemed to understand something. He immediately stepped off the podium and ran out in a hurry...

"Zhang Ming, wait! "

This firm and warm voice echoed in the corridor and could not be dispersed for a long time...

After the rain, the sky cleared and the sun filled the earth. Story composition flowing from the tip of the pen 9

On a windy and snowy night, the cold wind roared like a wild beast in the city, and the goose-feather-like snow covered the ground, and everything was white.

A man was sleeping next to the street lamp. The homeless man and his adopted stray dogs. A few thin clothes covered him and the dogs. His shoes were worn to pieces, and even his toes were exposed from the terrible cold wind. The wind was blowing red, and his skin, which was originally in his thirties, was wrinkled like an old man in his fifties and sixties.

The snow on the ground was getting thicker and thicker, the wind continued to rage, and the bare branches on the street were blowing. Dancing wildly under the dim light

A scavenger came over from the darkness. He saw the wanderer, so he walked up to him and saw his skinny body and several animals. The thin dog immediately took out a plastic bag from his pocket, worth twenty three cents, twenty-three dollars and eight cents, twenty-six dollars and five cents... He turned around and left, apparently scavenging. The reporter didn't want to give the money to the wanderer, so he walked out of the darkness.

The snow fell harder, and it seemed to surround the city.

The wanderer was trembling. , talking in sleep from time to time. There will be a figure shaking in the haze, oh! It's the scavenger. He hurried over, came to the wanderer's side, squatted down, touched the puppy's head and said: "Hey, you must be freezing!" He put the plastic bag filled with thirty yuan in the homeless man's pocket, and then gave him the three steamed buns he just bought. The waste picker took off his coat and covered it. On the wanderer's body, he put his gloves beside him and walked away.

He disappeared into the warm dark night. 10

One day, the weather was exceptionally bright, and a few looming clouds in the blue sky were like gauze around the neck of a girl wearing a blue summer dress.

A little girl named Zhang Qi was walking on the street. , she thought to herself: The weather is so nice today, and the clouds are so beautiful: some are like feathers, floating gently in the sky; some are like fish scales, arranged neatly; some are like quilts, covering them all The whole sky was covered. The more Zhang Qi thought about it, the happier she became. Maybe the weather could affect people's mood. Suddenly, Zhang Qi saw an aunt who was looking for something. The aunt frowned and was sweating. Walked over and said, "Auntie, what's the matter with you? "I lost my wallet. All the important documents are in it!" "Auntie said hurriedly. "Oh, that's right, Auntie, don't worry, I'll help you look for it, and you will always find it. "Well, thank you!" "So Zhang Qi and her aunt started searching together. They searched and searched. Suddenly, Zhang Qi found something similar to a wallet in the grass, so she reached for it, but she accidentally cut her hand. She Enduring the pain, I finally took out my wallet. The aunt was very happy when she saw that it was her wallet. She was worried when she saw Zhang Qi was injured and wanted to take her to the hospital. Zhang Qi refused: "No, aunt. I'm fine. ""Really? "Really, aunt, goodbye!" "Zhang Qi ran home after saying that.

Later, Zhang Qi's school opened a new club with very few places. Everyone wanted to join, and Zhang Qi was no exception. But it was difficult to get in. It’s very difficult. Many classmates have been eliminated. Zhang Qi wants to give up: Can I really be selected? But how will I know if I don’t try? Yes, I want to give it a try, but Zhang Qi He was selected immediately. What happened?

It turned out that the aunt who lost her wallet was the teacher of this club. She said: "Of course we will admit a kind-hearted classmate like Zhang Qi. ! "Story Composition 11 from the Tip of the Pen

On a sunny morning with a spring breeze, the campus was quiet, the air was filled with the faint fragrance of lilacs, and the birds sang happily on the branches. , the sun shines on the leaves like pieces of gold.

At 7:30, the school gate opened, and the students walked into the campus one after another. The one who rushed to the front was the famous naughty bag in the school-Zhang Ming. He put a caterpillar on the girl's desk today, and locked the students in the classroom tomorrow... The young and energetic teacher Li also came to the school.

Morning reading began. Monitor Wang Hanbing led the students to read the text aloud, but Zhang Ming used the textbook to make a screen and whispered to his classmates: "I have reached the seventh level of playing 'Soul Knight'. "My deskmate said: "Wow! You are so awesome, I have only reached the fifth floor. The two of them spoke louder and louder. The surrounding students heard it and joined in their conversation. The order of morning reading was thus disrupted. Monitor Wang Hanbing shouted loudly: "Quiet!" Quiet! Read the text! "But the students still kept talking. Wang Hanbing was like an ant on a hot pot, anxious - the students on the picket team would come to check the early reading soon, and it would be bad if the class had points deducted.

At this time, Teacher Li came to the classroom, and the classroom suddenly became quiet. Wang Hanbing reported the morning reading to the teacher.

After listening to this, Teacher Li smiled and said to Zhang Ming: "Zhang Ming, please come to the podium and share with us how you reached the seventh level? Let us learn from your experience." Zhang Ming's face suddenly changed. Red and motionless. Teacher Li continued to smile and said: "It seems that you also know that it is study time and you cannot talk about games."

Teacher Li looked at everyone and said seriously: "Teacher is not against playing games, but students We must grasp the scale of fun games, and we must not be addicted to games, let alone study. We must study hard and have fun." The students responded in unison: "I understand!" Everyone read the text carefully. ”

The sound of students reading loudly rang out in the classroom. The air was filled with the fragrance of magnolia flowers, birds were singing on the branches, and the morning sunshine shone on the leaves. Like pieces of gold... Story composition 12 flowing from the tip of the pen

At night in the countryside, the bright moon hangs high, and the bright moonlight like white gauze shines on a small village.

Tiedan, a young man in the village, looked at the moon in the sky, thinking a lot: Are we really leaving here? Will I never see you again from now on? Why? Why should I leave the place where I was born and raised? I can't bear to leave, I don't want to leave!

"Ahem..." A cough came from behind Tiedan, "Tiedan! Why don't you go to sleep? Ahem..." I don't know when, Grandpa stood there Behind Tiedan.

"Grandpa," Tie Dan stepped forward to support him, "I can't bear to leave here!" Tie Dan had tears in his eyes.

Grandpa touched Tiedan’s head, shook his head, sighed again, and looked at the small village under the moonlight. "Tiedan, don't be unhappy. Why don't we walk around again? Let's take a good look at this small village for the last time."

They walked slowly to the small river at the entrance of the village, and the breeze blew by The reflection of the moon was wrinkled on the water surface, and it seemed as if a layer of broken gold was sprinkled on the water surface. How beautiful!

Tiedan stared at the broken gold on the water, and then fell into deep thought: What a beautiful river! This river must be older than me! It flows at the entrance of the village. Every year after the Spring Festival, adults in the village leave their hometowns one after another to work in the city. But today, the village is also going to be demolished, and it is said that a sightseeing belt will be built...

Grandpa said with emotion: "Tiedan, even though you are young, your feelings for this village are the same as mine. "It's so profound."

"Of course, the village is my home, the place where I grew up. Every person in the village, every tree, and even this river are mine. Family. How can I bear to be separated from them?"

The next morning, the demolition team came to the entrance of the village. Only the sound of machinery starting and operating can be heard. House after house collapsed.

Tiedan followed his frail grandfather to the city with nostalgia for the village.

The small village is no longer there. Only the small river at the entrance of the village is still flowing slowly... Story composition 13 from the tip of the pen

On a clear morning, the creek made a "swishing" sound. Beside the creek, stood a young man - Wang Ziyi.

"Hey, cousin, why aren't you here yet? Today we have a competition to catch small fishes!" As soon as the words fell, a sound of "ding bells" was heard. "Cousin!" Wang Ziyi said with joy on his face, "You are finally here." A yellow bicycle stopped in front of Wang Ziyi. "Hi, Wang Ziyi, I brought the fishing tools." My cousin said and took out the fishing net, bucket, timer, etc. from the basket in front of the bicycle.

"Come on, let's see who catches more fish in five minutes!" "Okay, I won't lose to you!" My cousin adjusted the time to five, "Three, Two, one, start! "My cousin jumped into the water skillfully and fished in the water with a fishing net. After a while, four fish appeared in my cousin's fishing net! And what about Wang Ziyi? Not to be outdone - he found some larger stones from the shore, pushed them one by one into the stream, and then gathered them together to form a circle. Forming a "circle of death" that could only be entered but not exited, the silly fish swam in hard, which made the prince a "big bargain". He put the fish in the circle into the bucket one by one, and no After a while, Wang Ziyi's number of fish gradually caught up with his cousin, and then surpassed his cousin again.

When my cousin saw it, he couldn't help but admired: "This... haha, you are worthy of your cousin!" After saying that, he also took the time to catch fish. The fight between the two of them was very fierce: for a while, the cousin surpassed Wang Ziyi, and after a while, Wang Ziyi surpassed the cousin again...

But the time seemed to be joking with them, not only, it was noisy The bell rang "ding ding ding", and my cousin counted his fish: "One, two, three..." A total of 12 fish! Where is Prince Yi? Two more than my cousin, 14 in one! So, the prince of the game wins!

The sun was setting in the west, and the rays of sunset reflected the two of them, but these two thin figures were still moving on the shore. The two of them started playing the game again and never tired of it! The stream of friendship is not over yet... Story composition 14 from the tip of the pen

Under the warm sunshine, clusters of lilac flowers are blooming, which is very beautiful.

Our school is famous for its lilac flowers, which are the representatives of our school...

Tomorrow is the annual debate, and everyone is discussing it enthusiastically. The naughty boy Zhang Ming was still so naughty. He stood on the table and performed his speech loudly.

On the day when the debate was about to begin, the teacher suddenly disappeared. The school bell rang for several minutes, but the familiar teacher Li was nowhere to be seen. When the naughty classmates saw that the teacher was missing, they immediately began to make noises. Zhang Ming made even more lawless noises. After the class monitor Wang Hanbing stopped these classmates, he immediately ran out of the classroom door to find the teacher.

After a few minutes, Wang Hanbing came back with a frustrated look. Facing the expectant faces, he said: "Teacher Wang suffered a small scratch on the way to buy the prize. I can't come to class these days. Now, please go to self-study." Before he finished speaking, a classmate asked, "Is something going to happen, teacher?" The monitor replied, "No, Teacher Li is just suffering." I have a minor injury, and the principal said that the teacher will be back in a few days. Also, during the period when the teacher is away, please strictly abide by the discipline, do not have discipline points deducted from the class, and listen carefully in class... Of course, the teacher does too. I hope so." After saying this, the monitor returned to his seat.

Zhang Ming heard that the teacher was sick and was very worried. He thought: I heard that Teacher Li likes lilacs very much. How about I pick some lilac flowers and give them to the teacher. Thinking of this, Zhang Ming quietly slipped out of the back door. But after a while, squad leader Wang Hanbing discovered that Zhang Ming was "missing" and immediately chased him downstairs and shouted: "Zhang Ming, what are you doing?" Zhang Ming said aggrievedly: "I heard that the teacher likes lilacs very much. I just want to pick a few flowers and give them to the teacher." After hearing this, Wang Hanbing said softly: "That's it, let's go see the teacher together after school."

The warm sunshine shines on the campus again. On the lilac bush... Story Essay 15 from the tip of the pen

In a season when the cold wind was howling and the snow was falling, on a street, a young man was walking towards his home and fell down on the street. Everywhere is covered with layers of snow, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, which is both beautiful and cold. That boy is the most caring boy known in the town - xx.

xx was trembling, pushing an old, rusty bicycle in his hand. Suddenly, a bunch of white things came into his eyes. xx didn't pay much attention and continued to move forward. By accident, xx kicked a bunch of white things and fell. xx looked back, ah! It turned out to be a small animal, and xx helped the small animal pat the thick snow off his body without thinking. Look! It turned out to be a stray Golden Autumn Reunion Dog. It had snow-white fur, was so fluffy, and so cute.

As soon as it saw xx, it seemed to become happy. It slowly stuck out its tongue, looked at Lu Tian with watery eyes, and touched its belly with its little paws. When XX looked at it, he thought: It must be hungry. Looking at its pitiful eyes, it must want me to give it something to eat. xx slowly took out his breakfast this morning from his schoolbag and gave a sausage to the puppy. As soon as the puppy saw the sausage, he devoured it and hugged xx's leg, trembling. I wanted to turn around and leave, but I thought again: I have a warm home, but it doesn’t! So, he gave up the idea, took off his coat, put it into the car rail, and then put the puppy into the car rail. Lu Tian smiled and said to the puppy: "You will be called XX from now on! You have to be good. !" After that, xx rode away on his bicycle and took the puppy back to his home.

When he got home, his mother didn’t say anything, but simply said to xx: "You have grown up, and it’s time to learn to take care of others. You can take care of yourself first!" xx was happy He nodded. From then on, a dog named xx became a lovable pet.

In the spring when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, you can often see a child and a puppy playing and playing on the grass, and there are bursts of laughter like silver bells.