How can I write a composition about this?

1. I am very touched by how this matter made me write.

"Selling apples-selling apples-"Hearing the hoarse crying outside, the image of a loyal old man immediately came to my memory. That was two years ago.

One day after school, I rushed home with my newly bought book. I trotted all the way, hoping to go back and watch it early. When I ran through an alley, there was a bang. I knocked over an apple stand and apples spilled all over the floor. "Not good!" I can't help secretly complaining. What shall we do? If the stall owner catches me, he may ask me to pay for his apples, or even beat me up. I think this must find a way out. I looked up, fortunately, the stall owner was not here, and only a stall owner next to me stared at me with his eyes. I hesitated, bent down and picked up some apples at random, threw them into the stall owner's laundry list and ran away. I heard the stall owner next to me shouting, "This baby is too ..."

After running for a while, I found that no one was chasing me, so I stopped and took a long breath. I suddenly reacted to see if the new book was dirty, only to find myself empty-handed. Oh, no, I lost my book! Where did you put it? I've been thinking about this problem over and over again. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Will I leave them on the apple stand? "Very likely!" I said to myself. "Yes, look for it." I started to leave, just took two steps and suddenly took it back. I don't think this is a trap. But unfortunately, the book I just bought is lost. I gritted my teeth and turned back quickly. At the corner, I slowed down and looked at the apple stand sideways. I saw an old man bend down to pick up the apples scattered on the ground. He is the stall owner! The stall owner next to him seems to be saying something to grandpa.

Can't you get through? I was thinking. This is the stall owner next to me who found me and said, "That's the little baby!" " ".I watched too much, so I had to crustily skin of head and walk over and pretend to be ready to accept punishment. I saw the old man holding an apple in one hand and a book in the other. Isn't that my book But will he give it back to me? I doubt it. In desperation, he dawdled to find grandpa. Who knows that grandpa didn't blame me, but smiled and said, "Did you lose this book? Here you are, little friend! Be careful when you walk in the future, don't hurt yourself. " Say that finish, grandpa returned the book to me, and he was busy picking up apples. I stood until grandpa picked up the apple. Grandpa saw me still standing there and said, "Go, son, it's okay." I left with a red face

After walking for a while, the hoarse voice of "selling apples-selling apples-"came from behind. I looked back and saw grandpa's old figure gradually disappearing into the depths of the alley.

On that day, I didn't know how I got home, but it stayed in my heart and moved me.

This incident really taught me how to write 500 words. This incident really made me unforgettable.

When I was growing up, I experienced many things, which echoed in my mind like ship pages. They are like "shells" on the beach, some are "radiant" and some are "ugly". One thing I will never forget is the "ugly" shell. Whenever I do something wrong, I think of it.

It's been two or three years, but I always feel a little ashamed when I think about it.

That day, I got up early and was about to go too early. When I pass by the small garden, I always want to go in and play. So, I can't help but go in. Walking into the small garden, I met my classmates

My classmate Huang invited me to her house to play. Her family lives near a small garden, and I agreed. We came to the small forest, where there was a lot of sand, so I played with her. After playing for a while, we met our big brother in grade five, and he asked us to play with him. My family Huang didn't agree at that time, so he hit us. We started playing with him. Let's play house. This sand is our "rice" eldest brother, our "father" and we are his "daughters".

"Dad" makes us do heavy work every day, but he is very relaxed. In less than 10 minutes, we were both afraid of him. I ran away with Huang Feng Juan, followed by my eldest brother.

Huang Feng Juan and I ran to her house and slammed the door.

There was no one in the Huang family, so the two of us began to play wildly. After a while, I was hungry. Of course, I didn't eat in the morning. How can I not be hungry? Huang is hungry, too So she took out two packets of instant noodles from home and said, "Come, have a packet of instant noodles." I can't help eating instant noodles. After eating instant noodles, we will watch TV. After watching TV for a while, all of a sudden, the two of us heard the door * * *, frightened, and quickly cleaned up the house. I asked Huang to open the door. It turned out to be my mother.

It turns out that my mother didn't see my people in the morning, so she looked for me everywhere. Finally, she asked a child before she knew I was here. My mother asked me to go back, and I said I wouldn't go back because I was afraid of being beaten at home. Finally, I was persuaded by my mother to go back. When I got home, my father whipped me and told me to kneel on the washboard. Dad shouted while playing, "Why is it late? Why do you want to go to someone else's house to play? Your courage is getting bigger and bigger. Be careful not to kill you. " Dad speaks so loudly that almost the whole world can hear him. Dad hit me harder and harder, and there was a big scar on my shoulder. There is a lot of blood on the scar. I ran to grandma and snuggled up to her in pain. When grandma touched my shoulder, I let out a cry. Grandma asked me what was wrong. I didn't speak, I just cried. When grandma saw it, she immediately knew something and took me to the hospital at once. But I don't have this scar now. Now, I have transferred to another school and met my eldest brother. I am afraid of him and always stay away from him. Every time my mother comes to pick me up, as long as I see that big brother, I will leave my mother and run home by myself. Every time my mother asks me why, the last time, I tell my mother. Mom went to settle accounts with big brother. However, big brother has already moved.

This is something I will never forget. This matter touched me a lot. Every time I think about it, I feel a sense of fear.

This matter of composition really makes me angry about how to write.

Dragon Boat Festival has three days off! I'm so happy. I'm going to study Bao jiaozi and have a good rest. Early in the morning, after I got up and got dressed, I quietly went outside and watched my grandmother make zongzi. I want to make zongzi! Terrible tearing palm leaves, I shook my head helplessly and walked away, alas, boring. Since the plan of making zongzi failed, let's have a good rest. What are we doing? Reading extracurricular books, I have read all those books, watching TV, and there is no program I like. Otherwise, play computer. I told my grandmother what I thought. She turned from sunny to cloudy and shouted at me, "You only know how to play and don't even read books." I was disappointed: "Grandma, just play for a little while, just for a little while." Grandma said flatly, "No."Oh, damn it! I am reluctant, but I have to obey my grandmother's orders. I have to read a book. Suddenly, an old man bit Jin halfway-I don't know a word. I went to ask my sister who was playing computer, and she said, "Check it yourself!" I didn't do it, so my sister told me and scolded me. I'm angry. I'm playing computer. I have to do my homework! It's not fair! Looking at a lot of homework on the desk, listening to the sound of games coming from my sister's room and smelling the fragrance of zongzi, I just can't be happy. Why can't I do what I like? This incident really makes me angry.

4. how to write a composition with "this matter makes me XX" and how to write something that moves me? What I have experienced is like the stars in the sky, some moved me, some made me ashamed, some made me extremely angry, some made me feel solemn, some made me feel interesting, and some made me experience the joy of success.

Now I will tell you one of my successes. I watched others riding bicycles on the expressway in the summer vacation of grade five, and I didn't know how awesome it was.

I envy it. I think: if one day, I also ride a bike in the street, I don't know how cool it is! Over time, this psychology of learning to ride a bike slowly blossomed in my heart.

Finally, one day, I couldn't stand the loneliness in my heart and asked my cousin to teach me to ride a bike. At my repeated requests, my cousin had no choice but to follow me and take me to the park to learn to ride a bike. My cousin rode a bike on a meadow first, and then said to me, "Riding a bike is actually very simple. As long as you hold the handlebar and step on it, you have to overcome your fear, that's all. "

You ride first, and I'll hold the back seat. "Great, I can finally learn to ride a bike, and my heart is as sweet as honey.

I held the handlebar and stepped on the cushion. My heart is beating like a rabbit. The handlebar sometimes turns left and sometimes right, as if I were not careful and would fall down. I tried my best to restrain my nervousness and calm myself down. After a while, I mastered the skill of balance.

I thought to myself: it's too easy to ride a bike. My cousin let go of my hand when he saw that I rode so well. Accidentally, I fell down on all fours, and I stumbled and got up. I feel pain. As soon as I mentioned my trouser legs, I saw that I had scratched my skin. I really want to give up and don't want to learn. I took it out on my cousin and shouted at him, "It's all your fault. Why did you let me go? I fell so hard? "

My cousin understands my mood and doesn't care about me. He said to me. "Failure is the mother of success. Who learned to ride a bike without falling down? Is my cousin a deserter and I don't recognize such a cousin? " "I'm not a deserter."

I am very angry. I don't allow others to laugh at me. Anyway, I'm determined to learn to ride a bike.

"Then you are not a deserter. Show me." Cousin said.

"You wait and see." I shouted at my cousin.

I patted the dust on my body, turned over and got on the bus. I bravely pushed forward and sat in the car. I really regret being so rude to my cousin. I blame myself for being too conceited. At this time, a small stone blocked the way, and I fell heavily to the ground again.

But I stood up without hesitation, got on the bike and never dared to ride it carelessly again. After I fell down and got up again and again, it didn't take long for me to learn to ride a bike.

The moment I learned to ride a bike, I felt the sky was blue, the clouds were white and the grass was green. Nowadays, learning to ride a bike has become my proudest shining star. What moves me is that a drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and many nuances in life can reveal gentle maternal love.

Mom has a habit, a family-sized dress, which is stacked in different categories when the seasons change in spring and summer. That day, she packed her clothes as usual, and I was lying on the sofa reading an old magazine. In the afternoon, the warm sunshine shines in, and a bunch of pure white gardenias on the coffee table exudes a faint fragrance.

"Look, Wang Hao, there are many handkerchiefs here!" My mother suddenly turned to me and said that she seemed very excited. "handkerchief?" I asked.

"Do you remember these handkerchiefs? It's been here for over ten years. Look, this blue one, remember? When you were four years old, I used to pin him on your coat and wipe your sweat. I watched you run in front of me, and your handkerchief shook like a flower Hu Die! " Mother talked aimlessly, without looking at me, completely immersed in happy memories.

I listened quietly and said nothing. I can't talk to my mother-because I don't remember anything.

"There is this piece of blue and white, which was specially made when you were 10 years old. It was printed with the words-'10 Happy birthday to my beloved son Wang Hao'.

Alas, in the blink of an eye. "She sighed softly and turned to me, but her loving eyes made me feel at a loss.

How I wish I could remember these past events, even if they are vague and fragmentary! I can't imagine why my mother collected the past so carefully and told me everything like a treasure. Doesn't she always complain that she has a bad memory when she is old? I admit, I completely forgot the story of the handkerchief and threw it in the corner of my memory. In addition, handkerchiefs are out of fashion now, and they are replaced by paper towels. When you sweat, take out one, rub it gently, it has a good texture and a faint aroma, and then throw it away casually. How convenient.

So naturally, the handkerchief was unconsciously forgotten. If my mother hadn't mentioned it unintentionally, I really couldn't remember that these handkerchiefs once belonged to me. My mind easily accepts new things and forgets some things, including the most basic and true love.

My mother, however, is a collector of years, always walking behind me, quietly picking up my missing mood and initial innocence. I felt my eyes a little wet and whispered, "Mom, how do you remember so much?" Mother was silent for a while before answering, "How could I not remember?" She seems to be talking to herself.

My tears fell quietly. Yeah, how could you not remember? Because I love you, I remember.

One thing that moved me passed quickly like running water, and many memories faded with the disappearance of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, 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? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

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 has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip.

I don't think anyone will pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry, looking out of the window.

Write a composition on this matter. Let me give you some reference and revise it yourself.

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Memory is like a big garden. The garden is full of flowers of memory. Every flower has a story, and every flower makes sense, which makes people progress and grow.

I sat leisurely in the car. It was a Sunday morning, and I was sitting on the bus to the interest class. Bring headphones to listen to music, and think while listening: What a coincidence! There are few people on the bus in the morning, and the seats are empty. You can sit down as soon as you get on the bus. Cars stop and go on the road, and my side is getting crowded. "Five, four, three ..." I saw empty seats decreasing one by one. There are several reluctant people around, and their thoughts are clearly written on their faces: alas, there are no seats.

I sat quietly in the car. In a short time, several elderly people over 500 appeared in the crowded crowd. The car shook again, and the old man grabbed the handrail with some difficulty. There has been some noise in the carriage, but now the commotion is even bigger. It turned out that someone finally stood up and pointed to his seat at the old man. As he spoke, his meaning was obvious: he wanted to give up his seat! Standing is a young man, ordinary appearance, in the eyes of others is not ordinary at all. Many people look at him with admiring eyes. I looked at him, admired him, and was thoughtful.

I sat in the car, thinking. What should I do? Two voices shouted in their hearts: one voice said,' Just like that man, give up your seat! You are no longer a naive child. Prove it to others You are a junior high school student, and you have an obligation to help others!' ; Another voice also said,' Don't give up, you are still far from your destination. It is better to sit comfortably than to stand all the time! There are so many people in the car, how can you be a hero! Give up your seat! Don't give up your seat' ... Two voices make me uneasy. Just when I hesitated to give up my seat, the crisp voice interrupted my train of thought and pulled me out of my hesitation. The little girl smiled, which was a great contrast with me who hesitated. Hearing the comforting "Hehe" sound of the old man, I realized that she also gave her seat to the old man. composition

I sat uneasily in the car. The prompt on the bus echoed in my ear: "Please take the initiative to give your seat to the passengers who are old, weak, sick and pregnant with children!" Thank you! " …

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In my mind, there are as many memories as small sand on the beach. Although everything is different, what impressed me the most is this:

On a Saturday in 2009, I painted gouache at home carefree; My sister is playing with her doll; Of course, my mother must be doing housework, too. Who knows, my sister is in the middle of playing, and she is happier to see me draw than to play with dolls herself. He came to me and asked me for drawing paper, but I gave it to my sister before she went to the first grade, and said, "You have to draw paper, and I will give it to you when you go to the first grade." Sister is a little sad to hear that. I ran back to our room and I didn't pay attention.

After a while, my sister took out a piece of paper. I compared my paper with my sister's, and the size, length and width are exactly the same. I asked, "Sister, how did you get your paper?" My sister said nothing. She has been painting gouache. But curiosity drives me, and I can't help it. I asked again, "Sister, where did you get your paper?" My sister finally stopped being indifferent, but she didn't speak, pointing to a big piling place. I suddenly realized that I was going to scold her. But before I could scold her, her tears slowly flowed out. My mother heard my sister crying and rushed over to accuse me. I ran back to my room angrily and said to myself, "I haven't scolded her yet. Why should she cry?" Besides, those papers were bought by my father as a birthday present. How can she accept it? This is abhorrent. "But after scolding, I feel ashamed again, thinking of apologizing tomorrow! Because if I don't apologize, my mother will always treat me as an "enemy".

The next morning, I came together. My sister came to me and said, "Sister, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have taken your paper. " I felt a little guilty and said, "In fact, it's not all your fault. I'm also involved." My sister heard that I forgave her and walked out of the room happily. Moreover, eating breakfast is that my mother is not as fierce as yesterday; But smiled at me, and I felt very happy. composition

This incident taught me to be generous and helpful. Don't be a cheapskate who drinks cold water. Sharing happiness with everyone is the best "happiness" in the world!

Hope to adopt, O(∩_∩)O Thank you.

6. How can I write my composition? This incident moved me very much. "Selling apples-selling apples-"Hearing the hoarse cries outside, I immediately remembered the image of a loyal old man.

That was two years ago. One day after school, I rushed home with my newly bought book. I trotted all the way, hoping to go back and watch it early.

When I ran through an alley, there was a bang. I knocked over an apple stand and apples spilled all over the floor. "Not good!" I can't help secretly complaining.

What shall we do? If the stall owner catches me, he may ask me to pay for his apples, or even beat me up. I think this must find a way out. I looked up, fortunately, the stall owner was not here, and only a stall owner next to me stared at me with his eyes. I hesitated, bent down and picked up some apples at random, threw them into the stall owner's laundry list and ran away.

I only heard the vendor shouting "This baby is too ..." and ran for a while, only to find that no one was chasing him, so I stopped and sighed for a long time. I suddenly reacted to see if the new book was dirty, only to find myself empty-handed.

Oh, no, I lost my book! Where did you put it? I've been thinking about this problem over and over again. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Will I leave them on the apple stand? "Very likely!" I said to myself.

"Yes, look for it." I started to leave, just took two steps and suddenly took it back.

I don't think this is a trap. But unfortunately, the book I just bought is lost.

I gritted my teeth and turned back quickly. At the corner, I slowed down and looked at the apple stand sideways. I saw an old man bend down to pick up the apples scattered on the ground. He is the stall owner! The stall owner next to him seems to be saying something to grandpa.

Can't you get through? I was thinking. This is the stall owner next to me who found me and said, "That's the little baby!" " " .

I've seen too much, so I have to bite the bullet and walk over and act like I'm ready to accept punishment. I saw the old man holding an apple in one hand and a book in the other. Isn't that my book But will he give it back to me? I doubt it.

In desperation, he dawdled to find grandpa. Who knows that grandpa didn't blame me, but smiled and said, "Did you lose this book? Here you are, little friend! Be careful when you walk in the future, don't hurt yourself. "

Say that finish, grandpa returned the book to me, and he was busy picking up apples. I stood until grandpa picked up the apple.

Grandpa saw me still standing there and said, "Go, son, it's okay." I left with a red face.

After walking for a while, the hoarse voice of "selling apples-selling apples-"came from behind. I looked back and saw grandpa's old figure gradually disappearing into the depths of the alley.

On that day, I didn't know how I got home, but it stayed in my heart and moved me.

7. "This incident really makes me proud" How to write the composition on Sunday? Just after breakfast, my brother said excitedly, "Xiao Yong, go to the county to see the monkeys." I jumped off the kang with joy and gave the individual champion in the yard a 60-meter sprint, which startled all the chickens and ducks in the yard. ...

When I arrived at the station, my brother suddenly grabbed me and looked at me for a while before asking, "How tall are you?" I replied in surprise: "I was only 1.3 meters when I had a physical examination at school in spring, and I have grown a lot this month." Do you believe it? " Let's compare it. "I deliberately hold out a bosom, craning my neck. My brother patted me on the head and said, "When you get on the bus, you should shrink down a little. Listen to my brother. I'll buy you sorbet when I get to the county seat. "I was just about to say, why should someone decorate gnome? I won't do it! But when I saw my brother's face serious, I swallowed it back to my throat. When I got on the bus, my brother's hand pressed my shoulder hard. I am too small to stand it, so I have to bend my legs. He is much shorter and tastes bad. When passing by the conductor's aunt, my brother only bought a ticket. He pointed to me and said, "This is my brother. He is only 12 years old, less than one meter three. " The conductor glanced at me and I quickly lowered my feverish face. At this time, I really want to stand up and show everyone how tall I am.

Just then, there was a sudden shout from the crowd: "Aunt, buy a ticket!" " "I looked back: it turned out to be a little girl shorter than me, holding a dollar in her hand and handing it to the conductor. I remember at school, the teacher often taught us not to be a lying child, but I ... I felt terrible and really wanted to cry. I put my brother's hand on my shoulder and straightened up.

On arriving at the station, I said to my brother, "Give me one yuan." "what to buy?" "Buy ice cream." I took one yuan, turned and got on the bus, and said, "Aunt, I'll make up the ticket!" " The conductor was a little surprised at first, then showed approval, nodded and smiled. I did the right thing. There is one thing that has puzzled me for a long time. Did I really do something wrong?

One day after school, I went home with three good friends. Suddenly, several fallen bicycles appeared in front of us. There were two questions in my mind. Do you want to move? I stopped. They stopped, too, and I think they're trying to stay still. In an instant, my intuition told me that the red scarf I hung on my chest told me, "You are a young pioneer. Can you not do this? " Just when I wanted to move, a friend of mine took a big step towards cycling without hesitation, and I followed suit. When we lifted the bicycle, the uncles and aunts nearby began to talk about it and said, "Look, these children helped other people's bicycles first, and then helped them. "I just finished here, and I talked over there. Someone said, "It's outrageous that those children want to steal other people's bicycles at such a young age. Some insiders also said, "You are so stupid." If you help others, others will not repay you, and others will misunderstand you, haha! ".At this time I really want to rush up and argue with them, but ... I'd better be Lei Feng, alas!

Although others look at us differently, we still insist on moving bicycles. I believe that one day, others will look at us with appreciation. By then, our red scarf will become more "brilliant"!

After a few days, the content of passers-by is completely different ... I know now that when you do something, don't care what others think of you. You should be firm in your choice. Now I can tell you loudly: "I did the right thing!" ! ! "

8. How to write this story taught me a little thing. I got another scar on my hand this morning. How did you get your scar? If you say it, you will laugh at me. Well, laugh if you don't spit it out. The thing is this: after breakfast in the morning, the whole family went shopping together. On the way to the vegetable market, I felt bored. There happened to be a burning plastic bag burning in front of me. I immediately ran to put out the fire, because I knew that if the fire was too big, it would burn all the trees nearby, which was very dangerous. But what can I do to put it out? At this time, I saw a pile of old bricks on the roadside, and I wanted to put out the fire with bricks, so I held up a brick and threw it at the fire. There was a bang, and the sparks exploded, like plastic bags. Ah, it hurts. My right hand hurts like a needle. When I touched my left hand, my right back was covered with boiling liquid and plastic skin, and immediately I got blisters, big and small. As soon as the brick was smashed, the water splashed with the burnt plastic skin and landed right on my right hand. Soon, the scalded skin fell off, and the blisters on the hands were bigger than peanuts. My hand has been hurting this morning, and I can't write. My mother took me to Wangjing Hospital. The doctor punctured the injured blister, took some medicine and gave me an infusion. My mother looked at my painful face and said to me. But it is not enough to have good ideas. Do things with your head and use scientific methods. If you are so reckless, something will happen to you. It seems that my mother is right. If I had observed carefully and used my brain, this scar would not have fallen on me. I will learn from it. I will remember the lesson this time.