An unforgettable 500-word story.

A. The most unforgettable thing is to write 500 words.

Key points:

1, which can be described in chronological order. Sequential narration is to describe things in chronological order, which is consistent with the actual situation of the occurrence and development of things, so it is easy to write articles clearly. When using chronological order, we should pay attention to proper tailoring and highlight key points. Otherwise, it is easy to list, easy to be straightforward, and like a running account, it is boring to read.

2. Use the first person. Because the narrator is the party, the people and things described can only be those within the scope of "I" activities. People and things outside the scope of activities can be left out and analyzed in detail.

3. Write down unforgettable reasons.

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I am not a stingy person who regards money as his life, but I am not a noble person who regards money as dirt. Money, in my eyes, is not a "omnipotent" position, but it is also a standard of "nothing without money". I always thought I was "lofty" in front of money, but once something happened, which made me bend down in front of money and turned me into a person who completely forgot the principle of being greedy.

I remember when I was in primary school, once the teacher dictated words. After writing, the two partners exchanged and checked with each other, and then reported the number of typos in the same position to the teacher. The penalty is to write wrong words 50 times. I usually look at the same place. He made thirty mistakes, nearly twenty, and I can't help worrying about him.

The teacher's inquiry is getting closer and closer, and the peers are anxious. Suddenly, he took a dollar out of his pocket and forced it into my hand and said, "Don't talk to me for a while, thank you." I caught the money and was at a loss. You know, a dollar can buy a lot of things I needed at that time! But it will hurt the appositive "Wang Xiaomeng, who is wrong?" "Five." I quickly replied, but I didn't even have the courage to see the teacher.

After class, I looked at a dollar that had already been soaked with sweat, but my heart was like an overturned five-flavor bottle, and I had everything. For it, I cheated the teacher who trusted me, hurt my peers who regarded me as friends, betrayed my conscience and violated my principles. Grateful eyes in the same position burn your eyes more easily than mocking eyes.

It's been a long time, but I can't forget it because of the passage of time. Sometimes, a dollar is so heavy, because it not only gives me a profound lesson, but also deeply branded in my heart.

B. unforgettable things, 500 words

An unforgettable thing inadvertently opened the drawer and I saw the broken ruler again. I can't help but think of that thing a few years ago ... it was a math midterm in the sixth grade of primary school. The day before the exam, the teacher told us, "Students, there is a drawing problem in this exam. Everyone must bring a pencil ruler. " I studied late that night and didn't pack up what I had to bring for the exam. The next morning, I opened my eyes, huh? It's half past seven! Shit, I'm late for the exam! I dressed in a hurry, put pencils, erasers, etc. spread out on the table into my schoolbag, and ran to school. When I got to the classroom, I took out my things one by one. Pencil, eraser, pen, ruler ... huh? Ah! Ruler! I forgot my ruler! That's it. There are only five minutes before the exam. What should I do? I turned my bag upside down and looked around the seat, hoping to find a ruler. But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag is empty, the ground is clean and there is nothing. Oh, this is terrible. I don't have a ruler. How to do the drawing problem? The teacher came in with a test paper, and I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: "What's wrong with you? Have you lost anything? " In retrospect, I don't know. Although I don't think he can help me, I told him that I forgot to bring my ruler. He sank for a while and said, "I'll give it to you." While I was wondering, he broke his new ruler in half, handed me one and said, "Take it." I took half a ruler, and a feeling of gratitude rose from my heart. But before I could say anything, * * * rang and the exam began. I had to turn around, concentrate on answering questions, and draw carefully with a cutting ruler ... * * * rang again, and the exam was over. I heaved a long breath. I turned to thank him, but I didn't know what to say He seemed to understand my mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome. It is right to help each other. I'll give you that ruler. " With that, he picked up his things and left. Looking at the back of his departure and the ruler in his hand, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart. It has been several years, but I still remember it clearly and will always stay in my heart. It made me feel the true feelings of the world, and I will continue to spread this true feelings. I hope everyone can feel this true feeling and pass it on.

C. Unforgettable things 500 words

When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. As time goes by, people grow up, and I slowly fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fall in love with the fun and ice cream in the swimming pool in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.

Since learning English, I have given names to the four seasons of the year. Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. Maybe the name of Qiu is cold, and I have a good impression on it.

In high school, the Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.

Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.

Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.

I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.

Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.

Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.

Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. No one can show beauty alone. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.

Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.

I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships.

Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.

Autumn is really fruitful.

D.500 words 500 words to write an unforgettable thing.

There is such a story.

Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying like goose feathers.

Early in the morning, I walked in the street and felt very cold.

The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.

I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands.

I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart.

She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession.

She went to another house.

However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly.

What happened? What happened? I want to know.

I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it.

Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind.

Well, then, I think I'll take a look.

I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly.

I was more puzzled and decided to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old. ...

I finally understood everything after the doubts were solved.

Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...

E. the most unforgettable thing for me is to write 500 words.

I remember it was a sunny day. Mom and Dad took us to climb the first peak in my hometown-Nogong Mountain. We set out. At first, the car ran very fast on the wide highway. Later, the expressway became a winding path. After a bumpy ride, we finally reached the foot of the mountain, and we were very excited to think that we would conquer this mountain.

We began to climb the mountain. At first, I was full of energy, as if I had endless strength. After a while, I left my father far behind, but gradually, my father caught up with me and surpassed me. I had to chase after my father desperately. Halfway up the mountain, I was already sweating, panting and my legs were shaking. I looked up at the top of the mountain and thought, "It's too high. Can I climb up? " I began to doubt my ability, so I said to myself, "give up!" " "At this moment, my father turned around and looked at me with dismay. He seems to see the idea that I want to escape. He said to me earnestly, "Mountaineering is not an easy task, it requires tenacious perseverance and determination. "Being a man is the same as climbing a mountain. If you choose a goal, you must be down-to-earth and complete it wholeheartedly. Victory will never belong to those who give up halfway, it will always belong to those with strong will. " A few short sentences tell a profound truth that I will never forget. So, with my father's encouragement, I forgot my fatigue and climbed to the top of the mountain with great interest. Looking around: the mountains are rolling, the water is flowing, all the beautiful scenery is panoramic, and there is an unspeakable pleasure in my heart. After seeing this picturesque scenery, I really understood the meaning of my father's words.

From then on, no matter what I do, no matter what difficulties I encounter, I can use my father's words to motivate myself and work hard towards the goals I choose.

F. composition: the most unforgettable story is 500 words.

The dark blue sky is dotted with three or two cold stars, and the moon hangs in the air like an ice tray, which is more beautiful. Outside the military tent, enjoying the beautiful moonlight, my heart is as lonely as Chang 'e.

I-Lai Yinger-once caused a sensation among geisha in Luoyang. At that time, how many princes and nobles spared no expense to buy me a smile; Looking back now, it is really unbearable, and I actually followed General Cao Cao from one place to another and strutted on the battlefield. The general likes me, and I am willing to follow him. However, in my heart, there is more respect, love and longing. The general is a lean man, but his frown makes me feel like a child who didn't get what he wanted. I always sing a soft song or dance a gorgeous dance to smooth his brow and soothe my inner pain.

The general is busy with your country's grand plans all day, and I have more and more leisure to watch the moon rise and fall outside my account and enjoy the changes of the four seasons. It was not until I met Wang Tu, a little bodyguard, that I had a companion who could enjoy the scenery, although Wang Tu's words did not arouse ripples in my heart.

Good days are always short, Wang Tu. Because I broke the military law, the general will put him to death.

I picked up the lamp to freshen up and went into the main account. From the general's surprised eyes, I read the last self: a water-green tulle dress without powder and hair bands. I knelt down and said, "General, Yinger is willing to die for Wang Tu." The general's eyes gradually changed from indifference to anger. He shouted, "Good! As long as you can produce a song and dance class that can replace you in seven days, I will allow you! " I haven't seen the general since the main account was separated, but the blanket in cold weather, the snacks when I was hungry and the eyes behind me during training all made me feel that the general was everywhere.

Seven days later, I walked into the main tent and died. The clear moonlight shines on my plain face and white skirt, like a ghost in the night, so cold that I am surprised myself. The general with gray temples in the moonlight asked me if I wanted to see Wang Tu again. I smiled and said no, since I died for him, I have been broken. I understand that Wang Tu is not the person I love at all. Please die, maybe it's just a kind of helplessness in my heart, a kind of watch for the general's deep love!

"General, Yinger has failed your kindness and will repay you in the afterlife!" I rushed over and pulled out the sword that had fought with the generals of the North and the South. I brushed it-my hair was messy, my white skirt was flying, and my skirt was soaked with scarlet blood. The general slowly embraced my gradually cold body. At this moment, I seem to understand the general's frown, and I clearly read the tears I expected from the corner of the general's eye. Yes, how can he tolerate the love of an ordinary woman in the war? "

I said goodbye to this world happily. Because I know that I am the only woman who cries for Cao Cao.

A brief comment on one is a beautiful woman trapped by love, and the other is a general on the battlefield; One is willing to drift from place to place for love, and the other is as cold as ice for career. With delicate brushstrokes, the author shows the heroes of past dynasties incisively and vividly. The appearance description is vivid and vivid, and the psychological description is delicate and realistic, which better shows the complex feelings between characters. Above the examination room, it is really rare to write articles with such rich imagination and touching plots!

G. unforgettable things 500 words

Unforgettable things

As time goes by, many things are gradually forgotten by me, but one thing is still fresh in my memory.

Once, my parents and I went to Mingming Barber's for a haircut. After cutting my hair, I went to the shampoo room to find my mother. I walked into the shampoo room and "Mom" was washing her hair! I ran to her, put my arms around "Mom" and kissed her several times. At this time, I found a string of pearl necklaces around my mother's neck, which was very strange. I thought: huh? When did mom start following the fashion? I said to my mother, "Mom! This necklace of yours is really beautiful. Give it to me! " Said, reaching for the pearl necklace of "Mom". "Mom was so scared that she quickly put her hand over the necklace, widened her eyes and said in fear," What-what are you doing-what are you doing? Don't be afraid-scare me! "I smiled and said," Mom, why did you turn your back on me as soon as you washed your hair? " Suddenly, my father came in and asked in surprise, "Lou, what are you doing here?" I listened, pointing suspiciously at the pale "mother" and said, "Isn't mother there?" Dad saw it and pointed to it and said, "This is your mother!" " "As soon as I saw it, my mother dyed her hair there! I suddenly realized that I had mistaken my mother. The people next to him laughed their heads off. I stood there awkwardly, thinking: it's over, today can be a big ugly! My face is flushed, and I really want to find a gap to get in. Fortunately, my mother told me to go home, so I spat out my tongue and ran out of the barber shop.

Until now, when I think about it, I will always laugh. I tell you quietly that this is one of my "Top Ten Classic Scandals".

H. An unforgettable thing for me, 500 words.

Time flies, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But there is one thing that makes me vivid, fresh in my memory and deeply moved-that is, deep and selfless maternal love.

That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "The weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? With a grain of salt, I threw down my umbrella, ran out the door and walked to school.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother is often dizzy and uncomfortable these days, like catching a cold. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I was sitting alone in the classroom, scared and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help worrying. At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Come here!" Mother played an umbrella and covered it for me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. My mother only cares about sheltering me from the wind and rain, regardless of her exposure outside the umbrella. Her hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at the "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it always touches me. Everything my mother does for me, every move is selfless maternal love.

Write an unforgettable story in 500 words.

Unforgettable things

In those years when I was growing up, I met many people who moved me, but what moved me most was a heroic mother who gave her life to save her son in the 5. 12 earthquake. I think she will stay in my childhood memory forever and accompany me forever.

When rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on the ground and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her again, struggling to reach under the woman and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive." After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that blocked her way. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. With his mother's protection, he was unharmed. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm. The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt and did some inspection, and found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen: "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you."

An ordinary mother, one of hundreds of millions of parents, gave her life to protect her son in the face of ruthless natural disasters. This is the miracle of life and the power of love. Facing the merciless attack of nature, love makes our world warm and makes people full of hope and confidence in the future.

J. The composition "An Unforgettable Event at Home" is about 500 words.

I always forget my dreams at night, in the blue night sky.

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Unconsciously, spring has left with a brisk pace. It's early summer, and Chongqing is getting hotter and hotter. It seems to be much more agitated, flashy and noisy.

I still look at the night sky sideways through the French window in a very childhood way. What I see is a bright night sky without stars, which may be a pity, but it may render the prosperity of Chongqing as a whole.

It will be quiet tonight, and my parents won't be here.

It will be noisy tonight, because outside the window.

I saw the moon. It was a waning moon. It stood in a pale and proud posture. The moonlight is not bright, but at least it is as clear as water. I suddenly remembered Su Shi's Night Tour in Chengtian Temple, but I'm afraid people prefer "I wish people a long time and take Wan Li Road."

Early summer is a pure taste, and night is a deep prayer.

I always like the night, especially the quiet night. In early summer, I like the just moderate heat, just like parting, full of hope and vitality, fresh and yearning.

The night in early summer begins with shyness.

Chongqing is my hometown. In my eyes, it is getting more and more perfect. But I often can't see the stars. Those childhood dreams missed me at this elegant beginning of my youth. I don't know if I will remember my dreams, my childhood and my youth when I sit on the tail of youth.

It's getting louder and louder. Did you see it? The neon outside the window is bright, and countless tall buildings stand proudly. I don't know if I will remember the green grass outside my childhood window. It's concrete now, and it's even more lonely in the cold night.

But I know the ending, and I know this is a sign of urban progress, because nothing can remain the same. There are always people who say that things are different, so what about things?

We are walking through every season with a listening attitude, and we can no longer feel whether the wind blowing from our ears is happy or painful. Spring has passed, missed the beginning of a semester, missed the recovery of everything in spring. The fleeting time and beautiful footprints are my memories.

Now I can only wave goodbye, just like saying goodbye to my classmates when I graduate. I keep telling myself to always remember those strong faces that I will never see again, smile, and then I find that I can't do anything about it.

Everyone is just a passer-by in each other's life, just like the night in early summer is an episode of countless seasons and countless days. So learn to cherish it better.

Some people say that if you do one thing repeatedly every day, you will find that time passes quickly.

I think so, too. When I stand in the carriage of the light rail and see countless criss-crossing buildings and winding asphalt roads, I look at the faint smiling face of time, which is recorded in our lives and parasitic in our lives.

The night in early summer is beautiful, but the passage of time is real.

I used to love the world, but I didn't know how small I was until I saw The Divine Comedy. There is no absolute thing, no absolute time and no absolute love.

It's early summer night, quiet, like a sleeping child. Maybe the car horn is really the best lullaby.

Learn to face life with courage, learn to face life with pride, and learn to face time with tenacity.

Early summer night.

Please tell me what a wonderful evening it is.

Now all I can sing is the chapter on heaven:

I saw scattered pages of the whole universe.

Completely collected in the depths of light.

Kindness is bound into a complete book.

Physical and accidental things

And the relationship between them.

It seems to be integrated.

So what I said is just a simple picture.