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The story of the key, the composition of grade three

No matter in school or in society, everyone is familiar with composition. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is the story of the key I helped you organize. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

The story of the key 1 Once upon a time, I opened the drawer of the cupboard and saw the string of keys that accompanied me throughout my childhood.

Three of the keys belong to my hometown in Dongguan, as well as a bicycle key and a bicycle lock key in Xideshan. And I remember it so clearly because they carried and accompanied the whole journey of my primary school life.

I picked up three keys from my hometown, and my thoughts drifted away slowly ... they were acquired in my third and fourth grades. Because of the bicycle, my grandparents don't have to pick me up from school. Sometimes when I come home from school, my grandmother specially gives me the key to the house. I haven't been back to my hometown since I lived in Dingzhuang, so these three keys are almost useless in the past two years, and they will be gone over time. I accidentally saw it today, but it reminded me of the past.

Picking up the key of my 24 # blue bike, I still remember the uncontrollable excitement when my father took me to buy this car. After buying the car, I rode from the city to the wide music square, just like a gust of wind blowing ... The car was very stable and I felt like I had wings. This is my favorite for the rest of my life. I hate to lend it to others. I have ridden it countless times, from Dongguan to the salesroom, from Xiguan to Qinyang Primary School. Now, looking at this old key that seems to be covered with a layer of dust, my thoughts suddenly pop up again, filled with emotion.

This third key is a mountain bike that my mother took me to a specialty store to buy in order to let me practice my feet when I was in Grade One. At that time, I wanted to buy an electric car. My mother said, It's time to grow up. Let's ride a mountain bike for two years! I also agreed. I didn't like this kind of car very much, but I rode it for more than a year. I changed my electric car this spring, and there was no place to put it, so my mother gave it to my cousin.

I put this bunch of keys in a self-sealing bag and collected them to commemorate my wonderful time.

Many unexpected things happened in the key story. I was alone waiting for the wonderful story to happen, when the breeze just blew.

When I lived in the old home, the door there was made of pure iron. Insert an iron bar in the center of each small hole in the left and right doors. When entering from the outside, you must use the key to open the small window on the door and reach in to open it. That's really troublesome.

Once, I enjoyed a wonderful holiday at home alone, playing with the remote control on the sofa and tuning children's programs. But watching TV is like watching a movie. I can't keep my mouth idle. I rummaged through things all day and only found a bag of candy. I have no choice but to use it to soothe my teeth. But even so, my heart was still hesitating and struggling, and finally I couldn't resist the desire in my mouth and went out with the key. A man struggled to run to a small shop, grabbed several bags of snacks, quickened his pace, came home, took out his keys and stood on tiptoe. Insert the key into the lock cylinder, but no matter how you twist the lock, you are indifferent and oppose me.

"Impossible, I remember turning left." I muttered silently. At this time, I was full of sweat and used my hands. The result was a "click" cry. The key is broken. Half of it is in the bag and the other half is in my hand. I was suddenly at a loss, and I was so anxious that I stamped my feet at the door from time to time to vent my anger, but this did not solve the problem! I suddenly saw the branches next to me, so I tore off the leaves and tried to move the iron bar out of the hole with branches. I put the branch in and moved it about two centimeters under the door. Press the iron bar with branches and move it to the right bit by bit until the iron bar can't be seen through the door. With a slight push, the door opened. I picked up the snacks and closed the door, waiting for my father's reprimand when he came back sweetly and fearfully ... What I didn't expect was that I was waiting for praise instead of criticism. My father kept sighing and praising me for my cleverness, so I couldn't help laughing secretly.

In fact, that lock proves that you can find the ability to solve problems when facing difficulties. But now it seems that I should be lucky. I saw a lifeline in my panic and helped me up from the ground. ...

The Story of Keys I picked some keys with labels and found that the Chinese characters on them were correct. I couldn't help but look at them curiously.

The first one said "jewelry box", copper yellow, as big as a finger belly, as petite as a dwarf in a key. I looked at the ceiling and thought of the small box my mother hid under the pillow, so I ran to the window and saw that my mother's car had left. I sneaked into my parents' room, lifted the embroidered pillow and "stole" the small jewelry box.

The key was turned smoothly with a click, and a black crack appeared in the jewelry box. I opened it carefully, and there was a jade bracelet lying quietly, with white cracks in the green leaves, like several white flowers dotted among them. There is a card next to the jade bracelet, and I stutter at Chinese sentences. It turns out that this is my mother's dowry when she got married in China.

The second one says "bookcase". I nodded slightly with an open mouth and took this key into my father's study. Simple colors, literary desks, balconies where new life lives.

I opened the bookcase next to my desk, and rows of Chinese books were neatly arranged on the brown board. My hand slipped on a row of books, then stopped at an idiom story, slowly pulled it out and stroked the leather cover. Holding it, I went to the balcony, sat in the active sunshine, opened the catalogue and looked at the rows of idioms. When I was studying in China, I jumped into my mind. If there are idioms you don't understand, turn to the corresponding page and look for knowledge in the black squares.

The third key says "garage". I looked at these two Chinese characters and went downstairs to the garage door in confusion. "Hey!" The old wooden door lost its sound in the years. Turning on the fruit-like light bulb, I found a wooden bed with a fence in the dim light. I picked up the rag hanging on the wall and dusted it off. I remember, this is my crib when I was a child. I imagined the scenery in China. I was in a wooden house, lying in a warm crib, and the sunshine and breeze in China embraced me. I smiled gently and tried to get in, but I was stuck in it and had a hard time climbing out.

I'm studying the fourth key. At this moment, the garage door opened and my mother drove in. I excitedly ran to the front of the car door and asked my mother who was getting off the bus, "Why do it say' China, Beijing' and' hometown'?" Mother thought about it and said proudly, "Because China is our hometown, we are from China." I nodded and seemed to understand a lot.

Then I wrote in the composition assigned by the school: China, my hometown.

I have a key in my hand, and the hole in the key is like my bumpy past.

The weather is fine, and people enjoying the cool under the tree are talking about their past happily; Several birds are enjoying the warmth of the sun under the sky. Where there is sunshine, there must be darkness, just as some people are doomed to pain.

We were going to move that day, and after a busy morning, we packed everything. When I left, I let my father go first because I had to go to the toilet. Dad said to me: Remember to bring the key before closing the door. I nodded, and my father motioned for me to remember. But after going to the toilet, I walked out of the house, turned around and tried to pull the cold door handle, as if I realized that I had forgotten something. "

Come down quickly. "Dad's words broke my mind, like a sword in my heart, and I shut the door involuntarily. The sound of slamming the door reminded me that I didn't bring my door key. I looked at the gap between the guard and the door and pushed the door with luck, but it didn't give me the joy of opening the door, but gave me two jeers and ruthless facts.

I wandered downstairs. I told my father that I didn't have the key, and his face showed an angry expression. I looked down and wondered why it was so angry.

Later, his words made me understand my deep confusion: because there was only one spare key, I later learned the reason why my father was angry. We couldn't get into the house because I closed the door without my key and didn't listen to my father.

Because of this incident, I later paid special attention to remembering what others told me, perhaps because one sentence would bring great losses to others.

When I picked up the key again, I found that the hole in the key was not only a bumpy past, but also a witness to growth.

I am a key, an old key with a story.

Although I can't open any locks, I can penetrate deep into people's hearts and see their inner world. Why? Because I never knew what dynasty I started practicing, because I lived for thousands of years.

My first master was the champion Hou Huo Qubing. I was given to him by an old woman. She asked me to be his amulet. Every night, I watched him practice and clean his sword, analyzed the military situation ahead, and then accompanied him to the battlefield to fight against Xiongnu, and experienced a lifetime of military career. I always laugh at his stupidity.

Once Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty built a beautiful house for him and invited him to see it, but he said, "The Huns are not extinct, and there is no home." So I sneaked into his heart while he was sleeping, and wanted to see the inner world of this general who was indifferent to fame and fortune. To my surprise, he is not thinking about himself or his beloved girl, but about the whole country and the suffering ordinary people. He is afraid of death and the Huns will come again after death. Until one day, I found him lying in bed, dying. I invaded his heart again and found that his heart kept repeating a sentence: "How dare you die before the Huns are removed?"

I don't know what touched my heartstrings and made my old monster cry, so I decided to help my friend for many years for the last time, as the only gift for him for many years and as a farewell gift. I had a dream for him that day, a beautiful dream. I let him dream that one day he drove the Huns out of the country and never came back. The country was peaceful and peaceful. So he left with a smile in his dream. And I am also in a sadness, quietly leaving.

My second master was Wu Zetian, the first and only female emperor in the history of China. She is brave, clever and resourceful. History shows that she is well-read, proficient in poetry and songs, good at calligraphy and outstanding in character. However, due to his humble background, he was despised by the secular world and was excluded and assassinated everywhere in the deep palace. So I chose her. In order to help her, I helped her by helping Huo Qubing. I also had a dream for her. I want her to understand that in this palace, it is not enough to rely solely on simplicity. But then I found out that I was wrong, because after that, she valued power, framed the queen and even killed her own daughter. Later, when she came to power, she gave full play to her strengths of "literature and history are well known" and wrote "The Rule of Yonghui", which was praised as the legacy of Zhenguan, but she reused cruel officials and rewarded informers. Many corrupt officials acted recklessly for a while, which led to panic in the whole country at that time, and unjust cases continued.

Seeing the turbulent situation in the whole country, I fell into deep thought. Since then, I have been sleeping for thousands of years, perhaps because I have experienced too much and I am tired. Maybe I did something wrong, violated my original intention and was punished.

I don't know how many years have passed and how many long nights have passed. Suddenly, one day, I was awakened by an innocent and lovely girl who was sleeping. I think it's time to start over. Will she be my next master? If I can, I am willing to use my life to save her life.

Up to now, the shadows of Huo Qubing and Wu Zetian are still printed in my mind, but those days can never go back. Yes, life is short, and it may be a lifetime in a blink of an eye. Only through detours will you understand what you want most, but if you lose it, you may not be able to go back. As an old demon who has lived for thousands of years and seen through the secular world, I send you a word: "aim high and forge ahead." Don't forget your initiative, so as to achieve your ultimate goal. "