Historical short story composition 200 words

A short story that cherishes about 200 words.

People have to experience the pain of losing what they have before they can cherish the happiness they have.

Many people will have this feeling, inadvertently found something beautiful, and when you deliberately look for it, you will never find it again. Therefore, you lament that you only know how to cherish when you lose it, so you spend your life looking for pain. On the road of life, there are not many things that really belong to you, but missing them again and again will make you feel that fate is always playing tricks on yourself, but you don't know that fate is often in your own hands, and beauty is often the easiest to lose. At this time, you don't have to sigh. If something you love is always around you, you will hate it sooner or later. It will fade quietly in the years, lose the reason for you to cherish it more, or depreciate because of your overuse.

Losing possession is sometimes irresistible to nature and human perseverance. When the famous writer Shi Tiesheng is in a wheelchair, he knows the happiness when he has healthy legs. When he was lying in a hospital bed with bedsores on his back, he knew the joy of writing in a wheelchair, and when his life was dying, he knew the joy of thinking in a hospital bed. Shi Tiesheng attached great importance to his health, but the illness made him lose the happiness of having health a little bit.

There is also a kind of possession, which people can have for a lifetime, but people don't know how to cherish it, causing lifelong pain. A beautiful young girl picked flowers on the Yuan Ye and lost them when she picked them. She picked it quickly and lost too much. These flowers fascinate girls, but they don't know how to satisfy them. She kept chasing the spring flowers on the Yuan Ye until she was old. As a result, she found nothing, but lost her beauty forever.

Now, we have hands, brains, health, faith, history, youth, kindness, repentance, failure, pride and everything we are regretting, dissatisfied and even hating. These simple and broad possessions are the premise of our existence, and because of them, we can have this little life.

People must cherish what they have, even if there is a little flaw or regret.

Two 200-word fairy tale compositions

1、

Spring came, and a gentle lamb left her mother to play alone.

After walking for a while, the lamb saw a lot of grass and ran to eat it happily. Suddenly, a fierce wolf jumped out of the grass and scared the lamb.

"Ha ha! I haven't eaten for several days. I'm so hungry that you can just fill my stomach. " From then on, he attacked me viciously.

The clever lamb rolled on the ground with its stomach in its arms as soon as its eyes turned. "Oh, I hurt. I hate bird flu. Come and eat me. "

The wolf was startled: "Do you have bird flu?"

Well, the wolf doesn't know what to do now. Will he eat or not? I'm hungry, but bird flu seems terrible. How to eat mutton and get bird flu? I seem to hear that I will die, don't I?

The wolf thought from left to right. This is very difficult. The lamb is still pretending to bark and roll. The wolf stamped his foot: "forget it, I don't want to die if you die." Sorry, I won't eat you. Wait for yourself. "

2、

A long time ago, the butterfly was ugly, thick and fat, with two big gray wings flapping in the air, and the residents in the animal kingdom looked down on her.

Seeing the dragonfly flying in the air, the butterfly said kindly, "Sister Dragonfly, can I play with you?"

Dragonfly said impatiently, "Look how ugly you are and how slim I am. Do you deserve to play with me? "

The butterfly was very sad and flew away slowly.

Flying and flying, the butterfly saw the free-flying white moth again.

She said politely, "Sister Moth, shall we go to the lake to play?"

The moth rolled her eyes at the butterfly and said angrily, "You are not qualified to play with me. Look how ugly your big gray wings are. Don't get my body dirty. " Butterflies feel that they are the most unfortunate people in the world.

She flew and flew, and saw a large piece of flowers, one after another, competing for beauty and graceful. It is really colorful and beautiful.

She smelled the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, and she was determined to take good care of them and make them grow more beautiful and fragrant.

Every morning, the butterfly will water this big flower until noon.

After lunch, she helped the flowers spread pollen. She found that some flowers had bugs, so she treated them.

In this way, the butterfly worked hard for a year.

The next spring, one morning, butterflies were watering flowers, and suddenly a beautiful girl ran out of the bud of peony flowers, ah! Isn't this the flower fairy?

The flower fairy said to the flowers, "I was touched by butterflies today." She has worked hard for us for a year. I want to print some colors on the butterfly as a symbol of her labor, ok? "

The flowers all nodded in agreement, so the butterfly's big gray wings showed various patterns and beautiful colors. Butterflies not only have a beautiful appearance, but also have a beautiful heart.

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One day, frogs, butterflies, monkeys, ants and other animals get together. They want to do an activity and add some fun to the forest through this activity.

So, the monkey said, "Let's have a composition contest to see who writes the best composition. A well-written partner can submit a composition so that animals in the forest kingdom like to write. "

When the monkey finished, all the animals clapped their hands happily. Suddenly, the ant stood up and said, "I have another activity, which is to make our home more beautiful." What should we do? "

The thing is this: we are divided into three groups: purification group, culture group and fragrance group, and we can go to any group we want. When the ants finished, everyone clapped. Finally, the caterpillar said, "Monkeys and ants have said it, but which activity shall we choose?"

This will give you a problem. Who do you listen to?

Suddenly, the clever rabbit said, "Let them guess a riddle. Whoever guesses correctly will do as it says, and all friends agree with the rabbit. "

The rabbit then said, "I'll make a riddle first." The riddle is: any animal sits, stands, sits, walks and sits. " The little monkey is the first to answer. It said, "This animal is a frog among our companions".

The little rabbit said, "The little monkey got it right. So, the little animals did as the little monkey said.

To start writing, the little monkey first gives everyone a blank piece of paper, so that everyone can write slowly and start writing. Every animal thinks carefully and writes slowly. After writing, he gave it to the little monkey, who asked the little monkey to compare the composition. They sat down and waited for the result, and their hearts were like lively rabbits.

The final result came out. Rabbit's composition was selected, not to mention its joy! Congratulations to the rabbit! The composition contest ended successfully with the laughter of a group of small animals.

Three short stories of civilization, 200 words.

It's five minutes' walk from my home to the station. Recently, on this road, I often saw a little girl carrying an aunt by car. You might think that they are a very good mother and daughter. Yes, that's what I thought at first.

One day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and I saw the little girl go by car with her mother. They were talking and laughing as usual, and I overheard their conversation. Aunt said, "My husband and son are not at home for the time being. Thanks to you, I was sent to the hospital every day without delay. " "It doesn't matter, aunt. The hospital is next to my school. It's just a little effort to send you there. " "But thank you. The doctor said my eyes would be better. This is all your credit! " "That's great! Aunt, I wish you a speedy recovery! " ……

I was taken aback. It turns out that she is not the little girl's mother, but a neighbor. Aunt's eyes have a problem, and her family has gone to other places. She is afraid of disturbing her family and affecting her treatment. When she was worried, the little girl living opposite offered that the hospital was next to her school and she could pick up her aunt when she went to school and after school. That's it. The little girl gets up early and goes out for half an hour every day, and always reminds herself not to forget to pick up her aunt. She is really a warm, kind and helpful girl!

Looking at this lovely little girl, a sentence came to mind: "Give someone a rose, and there is more fragrance in your hand." Being kind to others is being kind to yourself. Be kind to others and share your happiness with others, and you will get two chances to be happy. Because happiness can be transmitted, sometimes, a little effort can benefit many people, so why not?

War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's short story, about 200 words, quick!

Choose one by yourself, I hope it will help you.

Zhao Yiman

Zhao Yiman was originally named Li, 1905 was born in a feudal landlord family in Sichuan. She is diligent and studious, and has demonstrated against feudal customs since she was a child. She got rid of the bad habit of foot-binding, and took the lead in cutting long braids, and then embarked on the road of pursuing revolutionary truth. Zhao Yiman gloriously joined China 1926. 193 1 After the September 18th Incident, the Japanese invaders occupied Dongshan Province. At this critical juncture, China * * * sent a large number of outstanding cadres to the northeast to mobilize the people's War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. Zhao Yiman is one of them. In the complicated struggle against the enemy, Zhao Yiman experienced various challenges. In order to facilitate her work, she resolutely sent her children to the countryside and never saw them until her death.

1935 Zhao Yiman was caught in a snowy forest. The enemy exhausted cruel means and could not get Zhao Yiman to speak. 1On August 2nd, 936, the enemy took Zhao Yiman's young life with bullets.

Zuo Quan (1906- 1942), also known as Zuo Zilin, was born in Liling, Hunan, and was one of the military generals in China.

The first-phase student of Whampoa Military Academy 1925 joined China, joined the national crusade against Chen Jiongming in the same year, and soon went to study in the Soviet Union. 1930 returned to China, became the chief of staff of Ren Hongjun Corps, and was promoted to deputy chief of staff of the Eighth Route Army during the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period. Together with Peng and Peng, they commanded the Hundred Regiments War and achieved great results. 1942, the Japanese army dispatched a large corps to raid the headquarters of the former enemy of the Eighth Route Army, and Zuo Quan was responsible for the rear guards. He was shot and killed in the cross-ridge breakout battle in Liao County (now Zuoquan County). He himself became the supreme commander of the Eighth Route Army who died in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression.

wang erxiao

1929 was born in Shangzhuang Village, Laiyuan County, Hebei Province. During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, Wang Erxiao's hometown was an anti-Japanese base of the Eighth Route Army, which was often "swept" by Japanese devils. Wang Erxiao is a member of the village children's league. He often stands guard for the Eighth Route Army when grazing cattle on the hillside. 1942, 13 years old. 654381October 25th (September of the lunar calendar 16), the Japanese came to sweep again and got lost when they reached the mountain pass. The enemy saw Wang Erxiao herding cattle on the hillside and asked him to lead the way. Wang Erxiao pretended to be obedient and went ahead. In order to defend the villagers in hiding, he led the enemy into the ambush circle of the Eighth Route Army. Suddenly, gunshots rang out in all directions. Knowing that the enemy had been cheated, he threw Wang Erxiao on a stone and killed him in a rage. Just then, the Eighth Route Army rushed down from the mountain and wiped out all the enemies. Wang Erxiao's blood is red! ! !

Yang Jingyu, patriotic hero: Yang Jingyu joined the revolution at the age of 2/kloc-0. /kloc-at the beginning of 0/940, he was besieged by the Japanese army and was seriously injured. He couldn't chew the bark, so he had to swallow the cotton and ice in his coat to satisfy his hunger. Yang Jingyu, who was only 35 years old, died heroically when the Japanese army failed to persuade him to surrender and fired indiscriminately. The cruel Japanese army cut open his body. When he saw that there were only weeds and cotton wool in his stomach, all the invaders who were overwhelmed by the anti-Japanese coalition led by Yang Jingyu froze. In the snowy mountain forest of Changbai Mountain

Five growth stories, 200 words.

Today, I will visit Yuhuazi Taiwan Province with xx, xx and my mother. We happily ran into the gate to play bumper cars.

"Jingle bells" begins. I stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to the left. "Bang", it turned out that I was hit by someone else, "Ah! No, someone on the right is going to hit it. " Go ahead, go ahead! Ok, escape safely, oh, deer! I was beaten again. It turned out to be him-XX. Well, let's see what I can do to you. Haha, look at Wang Jianfeng. He ran into the car and couldn't get out. Bang, another man "planted" on Wang Jianfeng's right, and now he has cars all around. My mother and I made an OK gesture. Ding Lingling's game is over.

We reluctantly left Yuhuatai and just walked out of the gate. It's not raining again, alas! Damn it, why is this weather always bad for us? Although I didn't feed the fish today, I was very happy because I gave Wang Jianfeng a good shake. Hey hey! Who told him to hit me first?

Composition of six magical stories, 200 words.

In a beautiful forest, there are golden flowers everywhere, which looks like an embroidered carpet. The green grass leaned out of its little head and whispered to the little yellow flower! Right next to this meadow, there is a lush tree where the little crow and its mother live.

Every day, the mother crow tries to find food for the little crow. Gradually, the little crow grows up, and the mother crow is old, so she can't fly or find food.

What shall we do? The little crow is very sad and thinks, Mom is old, so I should go and find something to eat. I have to take care of her. Therefore, whether it is cold winter or hot summer, he insists on going out to look for food every day. The Woods are so big and the bugs are so small, but he is not afraid of being tired at all. Because he knows that his mother used to take care of him like this.

Look: the little crow is feeding her mother a big, fat caterpillar bite by bite. How filial the little crow is! How happy mother crow is! When I grow up, I will be as filial to my mother as a crow.

Seven short stories of celebrities that can be used as compositions 100 to 200 words.

Yesterday's story composition was 200 words.

Yesterday's story

Spring is a windy season.

The rustling north wind blew away the plastic bags in the wind. Just listen to the sound of "pa", a disobedient little white dot slipped out of the "Angel Brigade" flying all over the sky, slammed into the window, and the window was opened with a "squeak", sticking out a vibrant head. He looked at the little white spot and immediately took it back.

"Mom, didn't you say the swallow will come back in spring? Why haven't you seen it? Did you catch a cold by the wind? "

Spring is a sandy season.

Standing on a high place, overlooking the distance, a piece of Ma Pingchuan, soft spring sprinkled on the earth, a piece of grass began to sprout. However, you will suddenly feel a little too quiet. Can spring get better after so many years? When I was wondering, I saw on the horizon that "the north wind rolled the grass and the north country blew sand for three days."

The wind blew the dust forward and upward, and it was dark, surging like the tide of Qiantang River. Pedestrians in the street are making trouble. Some people got into the car, some people scurried around, and some people lamented, "What the hell is this weather!"

……

Spring is a season full of poetry and painting.

The sound of reading on campus rings, and innocent faces and innocent eyes are all so serious.

"The willows sprouted, the grass turned green, the swallows went home, and spring came."

Over and over again, forever childhood. Spring is so beautiful in people's hearts.

After school in the afternoon, sand and stones fly outside the window. A student is writing a diary.

"When spring comes, the breeze blows the earth and awakens the sleeping flowers; Willow leaves fluttered and gently fiddled with some branches, and the grass grinned and emerged from the soil ... ".

After she finished writing, she looked out of the window with her head sideways and a smile on her face-

"Huh?"

Spring is still spring, but "people are different." The memory left is only yesterday's story.