How to write a composition by writing your own story?

Desire is the pillar of a towering building. Without it, it is just a pile of scattered bricks. Desire is the river bed, without it, there is only a flooded ocean; Wishes are burning stars. Without it, there is only a cold firewood. Desire is the main engine of ocean-going ships. Without it, there is only a paralyzed giant frame.

Everyone has his own wishes, and people of different ages will have different wishes, such as: "I hope I can put on clothes in the first grade;" Two years sometimes hope to form good habits; I hope to be independent in the third year; I hope to study hard in the fourth grade; In the fifth grade, I hope to be admitted to a good middle school ... "

The new semester has begun, and I intend to do my duty, study hard, get a good junior high school exam, and draw a perfect end to the primary school stage. So as to make the precious memories of childhood better. As the commitment letter says: habit determines character, and character determines fate. A good habit is a good life. My wish for the last four months of primary school is to study hard, spend every day happily and draw a perfect full stop for the first small stage of my life.

If life is a solemn castle, if life is a lush tree, if life is a flying seabird. Then wishes are the pillars of the dome, deep roots and fluttering wings. Without a wish, there is no motivation for life; Without a wish, the beauty of life will disappear.

Grateful mother's maternal love is like the sea.

Gratitude, like sunshine, can bring us warmth and beauty. As long as we have a grateful heart, we will have all the beautiful life characters.

My mother is nothing special. Like other people's mothers, she has bright black eyes, excellent hearing ears, a dark red mouth, a sensitive nose and a high nose bridge, and a pair of dimples when she smiles. I feel terrible when I am angry and warm when I am happy.

Although my mother is a little grumpy, she is very careful. I remember that time ... when I was a child, I was very careless. That was when I was a freshman, so I didn't get rid of this habit. It was a terrible day. When I went to school, I found that I didn't bring my fruit box and water bottle. What should I do? It's hard to drive in this weather, let alone walk! So I thought to myself: I can't eat much fruit during the day and want to drink water, but I still have to endure it! One class passed, and during the third class, my deskmate poked me that there were parents outside, which seemed to be my parents. I took this sentence with a grain of salt, so I looked up out of the window. Isn't that my mother? She had a paper bag in her hand, and I rushed out and ran to my mother. Mom quickly handed me the paper bag and said, "This is your fruit box for water. You forgot to bring it. I'll bring it to you. The snow is too heavy, so it is so slow! " "At that time, there was a stream of water flowing out of my bedroom. I didn't say anything, so I buried my head and walked to the classroom.

Yes, maternal love is selfless. It can surpass the frozen ice and snow, it can surpass. ...

Motherly love is a warm sun, giving her light; Motherly love is a vast ocean, revealing a broad mind; Motherly love is sweet milk, which nurtures children to thrive. Motherly love is the wealth we enjoy all our lives. The grass grows and the warbler flies, and it is difficult to report spring.

Goose?

Remember the white goose in Feng Zikai's mouth! However, Li Xitiao's grandmother's big white goose is different.

This morning, I came to Li Xiqiao's grandmother's house-Huanglingzi in Gongzhuling. There are many cute little animals there, and the big white goose is one of them. Now you may ask, what's the difference? Although they look alike, they have different personalities. The Great White Goose is a lovely animal that people like at first sight. Of course, I am no exception. I was fascinated by the lovely big white goose and couldn't help but want to catch one. So I started to act, saying it was late, but it was soon. I ran as fast as I could to catch those geese. Who knows that the goose was forced to fly, I am anxious! I can run, but I can't fly at all Fortunately, Li Mingzhou stopped me and told me to go back. Goose came back, and I walked back with Li Mingzhou. Unexpectedly, the big white goose didn't run into the yard, but ran into the avenue. This time, Li Xiqiao's uncle was so anxious that he quickly put on his coat to catch the geese.

, this is my heart can panic! I rushed out in three steps and two steps, but it was a big deal. The goose has run into the street. I hurried to the avenue, only to see the geese lined up and swaggered to the other side of the avenue-Jia Wei Courtyard. I ran in a hurry, halfway through, and suddenly stopped-I saw my uncle with a whip in his left hand and a whip in his right hand, driving the goose back. I used my brain and told Li Mingzhou and Li Xiqiao to run back. We ran to the house and climbed onto the windowsill to see the situation outside the window. The big white goose didn't lose any, but also laid an egg! Alas! What a false alarm!

This deep charm! This stupid goose!

A magnanimous monitor

If friendship is an evergreen tree, then it must be a clear spring that irrigates safety in the depths of the soul; If friendship is an unbeaten flower, then it must be the rising sun in the heart, and how much laughter is the arousal of friendship; How many tears have friendship wiped away. The harbor of friendship is warm and affectionate, and the breeze of friendship sails.

Once in math class, I was fined five yuan by teacher Zhang, the head teacher, for talking on the field. But I didn't even have a shift coin in my hand at that time! Teacher Zhang was puzzled and asked, "Where are all the coins in your class?" I remember you should have a lot of money? ""I donated all the money in my class to the group! " I answered with a clear conscience. At that time, I certainly didn't deny donating class fees to the group, but no one was sure. At this time, the whole class was silent. At this time, the monitor stood up, reached into his wallet, took out 5 yuan's class currency and handed it to Teacher Zhang. This action is crisp and neat, as if nothing can stop her. After class, I came to the monitor's seat and said confidently, "I will definitely return the Wuyuan class currency to you!" "Don't worry!" "No, that Wu Yuan's class currency is even if my grades are not good, and the teacher punished me!" The monitor said, and then pinched my face. After a while, I didn't expect Dong Huiying's attitude towards me to be better than before. In fact, I feel very uncomfortable. In order to make me more comfortable, I decided to return the money for 20 classes to the monitor, but the monitor refused. I put 20 yuan's money on her desk again. Unexpectedly, she said to me angrily, "Are we still good friends? I told you I don't want class fees! Let's forget about it! Let's forget it! Otherwise I won't be with you! " Since then, none of us have mentioned this matter again! We are still good friends.

Friendship is like poetry, and poetry is hard to appreciate; Friendship is like tea, tea is full of affection, friendship is like a song, and it is difficult to stay in the depths of the song; Friendship is like wine, which will bloom with flowers after drinking; This beautiful friendship, this unforgettable feeling!

Motherly love is like water.

A mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain. This is a famous saying. I believe that every mother will give her children a trickle of love! In order to save children, mothers can even choose to give up their lives! Some mothers can work hard day and night to make their children comfortable. Of course, so does my mother!

I remember I was hospitalized with mycoplasma pneumonia! At first, it was just a fever, and it was still a low fever. No one cared too much. After a few weeks, my mother didn't care until she found that things didn't get better. When I got to the hospital, the doctor said it was serious! Must be hospitalized! On hearing the word "in hospital", my heart suddenly went into a trance, and I was as worried as if I had been electrocuted. Faced with this strange word and strange environment ... there is no way. I was admitted to the First Hospital of Jida University at noon the next day. Because there are no beds, the temporary beds are full again! What shall we do? Mom is as anxious as ants in your pants. I finally got a bed that night! Mother smiled and said, "You are a lucky child!" " After I was hospitalized, my mother stayed with me day and night, reviewing, doing homework and giving me injections ... One night, I saw my mother thinking sadly. I fell asleep without much thought. Until late at night, I vaguely saw my mother washing towels. I asked my mother, "What are you washing?" My mother didn't answer. She touched my head and said, "Are you awake? Are you thirsty?" Go to sleep! "Then I fell asleep again. Later, I learned that the wine in the basin was for my fever. Finally, my mother was forced to use hormones to reduce my fever. After taking the hormone, it burned for nearly 20 days, and the body temperature dropped obviously. My mother is very happy ... ..

In fact, love is a boon. If you feel it, it will repay you. Maternal love is like water, endless!

B.how to write 300 words when writing your own fairy tales

When I was a child, I often went to my mother's office to do my homework. Once, my cousin and I were doing homework there, and my mother solemnly told us, "Don't make any noise when you are doing homework. When the leader comes, it will be miserable to find you. " Mom said that and went to work in the next office. Like my mother, I solemnly said to my cousin, "If you hear footsteps, hide under the table." My cousin looked at me and nodded.

After a while, I heard footsteps and voices, and quickly said "hide". My cousin and I got under the table like lightning. Under the table, I looked askew: the door opened, and the "leader" saw no one and left again. However, this is very different from the leader I imagined. I think the leader should be a straight suit. This "leader" is wearing a cap and a sweatshirt. I think it may be a false leader.

At this moment, mother came in, followed by "leader". Mom saw no one, so she said, "Hey, where is it?" We quickly climbed out from under the table and asked curiously, "Who is he?" Mother said, "Is it strange that he is a patient?" We froze, and when we came to our senses, we laughed loudly. Every time I think of this interesting childhood story, I can't help laughing.

C. Fairy tales written by myself (composition)

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D. Writing a composition topic: writing your own story

There are many beautiful stories in everyone's heart, some of which are very interesting and some are very touching. Now I will tell you a story about me, a story that makes me blush when I think about it.

Probably in the first grade. "Ding Lingling-"is over. This cheerful * * * activated the brain cells that everyone was about to fall asleep, and the students ran out of the classroom with joy. I got up from my seat in a daze. Well, it seems it's time for school. With this in mind, I picked up my schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. Everyone is chasing and playing, and no one notices me as a "deserter"

I was walking on my way home, thinking, I walked very fast today. Look, others can't even see a shadow! I was even a little complacent, so I stepped up. In the summer afternoon, it was very quiet, only cicadas chirped wildly in the branches.

Walking, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I slowly turned my head at 180 degrees. It turned out to be a classmate in my class. Panting, she came running: "I found you! Come on, we're going to class! Have you forgotten? " What? ! I recited the timetable in my mind-oh, what bad luck! How could I forget there was another math class! It's over! I'm sure I'll get a k I came to the classroom in fear and trembling-"report!" Suddenly, the eyes of the whole class were all fired at me. There were reproachful, mocking and contemptuous smiles in those eyes. My face is so hot that I really want to find a crack in the ground. I hung my head and didn't dare to face the teacher's stern eyes.

After a long "interrogation", I mechanically returned to my seat, listening to my classmates whispering, and my mind was in chaos. ......

It's been a long time, and it's still vivid. This has become my little secret-shh, you must keep it a secret for me!

It's not easy to adopt mine by hand. Thank you.

E. How to write your own story composition

Time always goes by inadvertently. Confused, I suddenly looked up into the distance, only to find that the branches were green shoots, and instantly they were full of vitality. I lost my way and didn't know where to go in this empty green meadow.

"Do you know yourself?" Another person in my life who betrayed me asked myself. "Do I know myself?" I don't know. Because every time I meet something that makes me uneasy, I always wander between two selves, and indecision seems to be synonymous with me. "Why not be firm?" The betrayer asked me. "Is that all right? May I? " I keep asking myself, "Am I still me like this?"

"Why not? You have the freedom to choose everything, whether it is action, words or your thoughts. " She spoke again. "Nothing can deprive you of your freedom. Your heart will always be yours. "

Yes, why do you have to live so tired? So happy? No, not at all! Living in beautiful memories, can you gain something and be happy? There is no harvest, only lingering thoughts and nostalgia for the past, and only a stagnant ending. In the process of constant questioning, I suddenly understood: I should not let that nostalgia and yearning blind my vision of progress. In that case, I will only be eliminated on the way forward, not only losing myself, losing my direction, but also losing the good story to continue.

I think life is like water, shallow water is pale and powerless, and deep water is full of energy. I hope that I am full of joys and sorrows and endless vicissitudes in the long river of life, refining my tenacity and great infinite charm, and finally defeating myself.

Yes, life belongs to you, whether it is good or sad, and the master of fate is yourself. I decided to be the real me and pick up a relaxed, life-burning * * *. In this way, my life will never fade

F. Write your own story composition

The story of me and the book Every hairspring in my heart is with my beloved book, which leads my soul and revolves around my dream ... I went to school in the mountains when I was a child. Teachers often take me and my companions to sit on the grass on campus and tell them vividly: the kindness of mermaids, the viciousness of bad queens, Donald Duck's humor and so on. Since then, books have attracted me like magnets. When I was a child, I was more eager to have all the good books in the world and let myself grow up happily in the ocean of knowledge. Plus, my grandfather gave me several thick books, such as "100,000 Why", "Up and Down for 5,000 Years" and "World History". When I see a good book in the future, the feeling I want to leave for myself is always lingering. What I remember most is that my mother and I went to the market on the other side of the mountain to sell vegetables. Passing a bookstore, I walked in without hesitation. There I saw the long-awaited complete works of world-famous fairy tales. I held it in my arms for fear that it would slip away and read it with relish. I don't know when, my mother has quietly stood by my side, with a smile on her face and kindly said, "Haier, do you like it?" I nodded, then immediately shook my head, immediately put the book back, took my mother's hand and walked out of the bookstore with heavy steps. When my mother is not looking, I look back at the bookstore from time to time, thinking that there is a more magical world waiting for me ... It's not that I don't like this book. I shook my head, because I knew that my family didn't have the money to buy me the thick Complete Works of World Fairy Tales. At that time, my parents not only provided for my younger brother and me to go to school, but also paid for the living and medical expenses of my elderly and frail grandparents. But the complete works should be 65 yuan! 65 yuan, how can there be so much money? I feel sad at the thought of missing my beloved fairy tale book, and I have to shuttle through the book in my dream every day. Mom is busier than before. She goes out at dawn every day and doesn't come back until dark. So I often say that my mother is not good, because she has no time to listen to me about the touching scene when I met Cinderella in my dream last night. Day after day, I decided to find out. That morning, my mother was as early as before. With the steep and winding mountain road, I followed my mother's figure in the moonlight and finally came to the market on the other side of the mountain. I saw my mother bend over and stretch her waist, and the can was quickly filled with that big cloth bag. Seeing everything in front of me, I feel like I'm in my throat, and I can't say "mom" with all my strength. I turned and ran away, unable to control myself any longer. Tears flooded my eyes like a flood. Hot tears can't help but shed my bitterness and pain, more of which is my helplessness. In the evening, my mother came back. I filled the rice and whispered, "Mom, eat quickly, it's getting cold ..." My mother hummed happy little Song Like like a child after a hard day's work and coaxed me to close my eyes, but I pretended naughtily. Wow! I see, this is the complete collection of world fairy tales that I want most! The book I once dreamed of! In my dream, I imagined the joy of realizing my wish more than once. But at the moment, I can only hug my mother's neck and let the tears flow freely ... it's late at night. Outside the window, the dark blue night sky is full of jewel-like stars, and the silver moon sheds bright moonlight. Under this charming mountain, I can't help holding this new book, but I have sad tears in my heart. Looking up at the starry sky, the moonlight reflects the starlight, which sets off the moonlight and melts into a beautiful picture. I thought to myself: tomorrow will be sunny! The story of me and the book is the true composition of human affection and the touch of my life! The story between me and the book is like a painting. In the painting, I snuggled up in my mother's warm arms and told the story in The Complete Works of Fairy Tales in the World, which made my mother laugh happily. The story between me and the book is more like a cup of sweet and rich wine, which is full of mother-daughter affection between me and my mother. I want to use this thick wine to respect heaven and earth, to respect mountains and seas, and to let everything know the greatness of my mother.

G. How to write a composition and write your own story

Have you ever heard of the word "trap"? We have been playing this game since Math Festival! First, the teacher wrote the game methods and rules on the blackboard: 1. The students count from front to back in turn. 2. Anyone who reports 3 or multiples of 3 will be given a high five. If you violate these two rules, others will pounce like a tiger, and those who report mistakes will fall into the black and smelly math "trap". The game is coming, and it will start soon. My calm heart is like beating gongs and drums. I keep comforting myself: it's just "16", it doesn't matter. Just in case, I memorized the multiplication formula in my mind. After some full preparation, my heart calmed down again. The game began, and the students reported the correct figures one by one like lightning, but soon someone reported the wrong ones, which was unusual. He became a "bottom man" and we immediately jumped at him like hungry tigers. It's my turn I blurted it out and passed it successfully without falling into the digital trap. When the last few students reported the number, they hesitated and faltered for a long time before telling the correct number. This game is over. Four people fell into the smelly number "trap" and were bitten to pieces by us. Through this game, I understand a truth: no matter what you do, you can't be flustered and nervous. You must have the ability. If you are nervous, your brain will go blank and you can't do anything well.

H. How to write 400 words for the story composition of growing up?

In my memory, growth is the corn stalk at jointing stage. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow taller by a year. Looking at my growth record, I couldn't help laughing when I saw the cautious look when I learned to ride a bike at the age of six.

When I was six years old, I often saw my neighbor's sister riding a bicycle around the yard smartly. I am envious and beg my father to buy one for me. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bike.

A tall man like me is sure to do something extraordinary! I got on the bus with great joy. I didn't expect the handlebars to work at all, so I fell off a pier. I gritted my teeth and stood up and asked my father for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of cycling: be bold, just hold your horses and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried to ride it several times, and the effect was not bad.

"Practice by yourself, you can do it." Dad encouraged me to say.

"ah? Let me fall again? "

"If you are afraid of falling, you will never learn."

Throwing caution to the wind! I got on the bike trembling, and the handlebars kept shaking.

"Don't worry, hold on!"

After stopping for a while, the car finally stopped to dance yangko.

"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.

"hey!" My funny expression will be fixed forever: grinning and staring, as if I were not riding a bike, but stepping on a mine. However, it won't be long before I can easily ride a bike on the road. I not only learned to ride a bike, but also understood a growing truth: there is always a process to learn something, and it is impossible to eat a fat man at once. If you make progress in spite of difficulties, 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 and make me forge ahead.

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