This is a true story, although it seems a bit coincidental. People tell this story because it celebrates the noble character of "helping each other, being kind to others, all for me, all for me".

A glass of milk makes a 600-word national composition.

"A glass of milk makes a country strong" was Mengniu's early slogan. Yesterday, I watched the TV series "Rong Gui" to commemorate the anniversary of Hong Kong's return to China 10. The unavoidable business scene is that 80% of the characters will see Mengniu milk when drinking liquid food, and the close-ups and close-ups highlight Mengniu products to the extreme, regardless of Mengniu for the time being. However, in a TV series with a strong political commemorative significance, there is only the only advertisement of Mengniu. It can be seen that this kind of deliberation has caused many brain cells in its marketing department to die. The plot and lineup of the story combine the stars, affection, friendship and love of the three places on both sides of the strait, which precisely embodies the concept of "Mengniu" advertising language "A glass of milk makes a strong nation". Very strong ~ ~ ~ (Even if Mengniu products appear in the picture, we should learn from them) In the last few finishing touches of yesterday's finale, Li (), a famous Hong Kong real estate developer, knelt in front of his brother (Jiao Huang), the chef of Beijing Roast Duck Restaurant, holding a glass of water in his hand, thanking his brother for guiding and recreating his brother in life, and we have to sigh the greatness of our country. Just for fun, if that glass of water is a glass of milk, it is really "a glass of milk makes a strong nation". Let's applaud the nation and national industry ~ ~ ~

Third, I am anxious about the story of a glass of milk. Thank you for waiting online! !

A 400-word composition on "Thinking" the story of milk in Mengniu School

Gratitude is a lamp to drive away the darkness for you; Gratitude is a cup of hot tea to drive away the cold for you; Gratitude is a handkerchief to dry the tears in your eyes.

Who will give you a glass of milk when you are busy with your studies? Who guides you when you encounter setbacks; Who nags in your ear every day ... it's her mother. Yes, it's mom. She gives you warmth, care, encouragement, support and smile ... that is love, an ordinary mother's love for her children, selfless and great.

One rainy and windy morning, I got up late, and I was going to be late for school. I didn't want to have breakfast, but my father wouldn't let me go to school ... I thought: if I had breakfast, I would be late. How embarrassing it will be when you go to school. If I don't eat, my father will be furious, and neither will I. (I'm struggling ...) Forget it, I stopped eating, so I rushed out with my schoolbag on my back while my parents were not paying attention, and my mother found me. Before I left, my mother asked me to drink milk, so I ignored my mother and left. When I got to school, I was exhausted. In the second class, the teacher called me to her office and said that my mother was coming. I was wondering, is mom here? I saw a familiar figure as soon as I entered the office. It's mom. Suddenly, a cup of steaming milk in a familiar thermos caught my eye. At that time, my eyes were full of tears, and I quickly took the milk. At this moment, I think no words can express my gratitude to my mother. I drank this cup of warm milk in one breath and thanked my panting mother. Mom also whispered to me: don't be angry with dad, he also cares.

Summer nights are hot and noisy. The moon and stars in the sky blinked, cicadas sang in the branches, and frogs accompanied them in the pond. I have no intention of appreciating and listening to all this. Near the final exam, I am in a tense review, and my heart is anxious and anxious. My mother felt her eyes hurt, but she didn't blame me. She just handed me a glass bottle full of milk. Whispered: Baby, have a glass of milk and have a rest. But I didn't appreciate it and said coldly, I don't have time to review, so I don't have time to drink milk. Take it away or not. But mom said, it doesn't matter. You can drink it when you are free. In the blink of an eye, it was twelve o'clock. It's time to have a rest. I feel ashamed to see that the milk is still steaming and still in place. . I drank this seemingly ordinary cup of milk, and my heart was warm.

Motherly love is like water, nourishing every grass and tree; Motherly love is like sunshine, bathing the earth, and maternal love is like milk, which warms people's hearts.

A grateful heart thanks fate, which gives me the courage to be myself all my life. A grateful heart thanks you, even if the flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish them.

Thank you. -Mom, I love you. Thank you for making milk for me, too. The warmth is flowing in my heart and I can't stop for a long time.

Wu loves to write in a glass of milk.

Grasping the key points is the key.

Late at night, even cricket played a symphony, and the ticking of the clock was still clearly visible. I am studying hard for the second grade exam. I didn't stop writing until my mother came.

"Thirst, look! A cup of hot milk, "my mother said to me. I forgot to say thank you, so I said to put it there first. The study in the second day of junior high school is very tense. There are many words in the book, and the pen in my hand is still writing.

Before long, my mother came in again, and the same words were repeated. At this moment, I saw that the milk on the table had been moved away. I didn't think much. Keep writing. It's past 1 1 point. The milk on the table has been changed again and again, or the glass of milk. It's hot, but it's still that glass of milk. Motherly love can be severe or abusive, but he is still your mother, and his starting point is always to love you!

Unconsciously, I was immersed in a dream, and my mother added a quilt to me.

When I opened my eyes at dawn, there was still a glass of milk on the table, which was still hot. The fading of milk made me understand how many times my mother heated it. When I went out, I had listened to my mother's instructions many times, but I listened carefully to her bloodshot eyes.

Looking at those bloodshot eyes, looking at that cup of boiling milk and listening to what he told me over and over again, I couldn't help but get excited. Although a glass of milk can't be preserved, the feeling engraved in my heart is to cherish that glass of milk forever and really love that feeling. Simple events, fragrant milk and pure maternal love are all unforgettable allusions for me.

Mother is very simple, a glass of milk, a blessing, a greeting, these are all maternal love, although maternal love is very simple, but maternal love is also the most precious. I want to cherish milk and maternal love.

The composition of the story of me and milk in Lu

Before, I was a child who didn't like drinking milk. Later, under the guidance of my mother, I gradually liked drinking milk. A lot of interesting things happened during this period! Huahua drinks milk once, my mother bought me several bags of milk and said to me, "Son, start practicing drinking milk by yourself today." I managed to take a sip by myself. I feel strange when I drink it. It is not as sweet as chocolate or potato chips. I have a strange smell that I can't say, and I want to vomit. Mother said angrily, "Is milk worse than medicine?" If you don't drink milk, your body's resistance will drop, and you have to take medicine when you are sick. Which is better? "I had to take another sip, and my mother's face smiled. After a while, my mother went to the kitchen to cook. I was looking around while drinking, and I came across the flowers on my balcony. I had a brainwave: If I give flowers some milk, will they grow stronger and brighter? So, I poured the bag of milk that I hadn't drunk a few mouthfuls into the flowerpot. After watering the flowers, I took an empty bag in my hand and proudly said to my mother, "mom, I finished drinking!" "Mom said with a big smile," Son, you are great! " Keep working hard next time. "The tortoise drinks milk. Last time I drank milk, my mother praised me. This time, my mother brought me another bag of milk and said to me, "I did well yesterday." I finished a pack in a few minutes. I will continue to insist today. "Under my mother's gaze, I had to bite the bullet and drink. I just took a sip, but it still doesn't taste right. I frowned and swallowed hard. Mother said inexplicably, "isn't this milk bad?" "Or have you regressed again?" Under my mother's gaze, I had to force myself to take two sips, but I still couldn't swallow it. So I wandered around with milk ... Suddenly, I found my good friend-Little Turtle. I wonder: Will the little turtle be smarter after drinking milk? So, I poured half a bag of milk into the fish tank and began to observe how the little turtle drank milk ... I don't know when, my mother came up to me and said, "Bo Wen, have you finished drinking?" I suddenly panicked. Mom looked at me, then at the milk in the fish tank, and suddenly she understood. She flew into a rage and said, "Milk is for people to drink. How can you just give it to the little turtle! " "I knew I was wrong, so I had to force myself to drink it again ... I drank milk. One day, my mother took me to the supermarket to buy things. I found a chocolate-flavored Gao Legao, which can be mixed with milk to make it taste better. Suddenly, I was ecstatic and said to my mother, "Buy me a box of Gao Legao! It can help me drink milk. " Mother agreed happily. When I got home, I scooped a few spoonfuls of Gao Legao, put it in milk and stirred it evenly with a spoon. After mixing, I took a sip, which was much thicker than before, and I swallowed it in one gulp. After a while, I drank a bowl of milk. Mother said excitedly, "This Gao Legao is amazing! But you should cultivate yourself to walk out of Gao Legao slowly and drink milk. "I followed my mother's request: when I started drinking a bag of milk, I mixed five spoonfuls of Gao Legao and gradually reduced it to four or three spoonfuls ... so I could drink a whole bag of milk without mixing Gao Legao. Now, I have been drinking milk for more than two years. My body is getting stronger and stronger and my brain is getting smarter, which is inseparable from my drinking milk. Actually, milk is not that bad.

Qi has a story about your 800-word composition thanking my mother for giving me milk.

First teacher.

As long as we can remember, we will tell our parents and wait for their comfort.

When we met with failure, our parents encouraged us and comforted us: "Don't lose heart, this is the first time, and we must do well next time!" " ! Such words were introduced into our ears, which made us confident enough to face it. We tried again and again and finally succeeded. It is because of my parents' company on this long road of life that we will thrive. It is because of you along the way that I will overcome all kinds of difficulties and succeed.

When we were young, who wouldn't let us be bullied before we were bullied? When we came home from school tired, who cooked us a bowl of hot and delicious rice? Dad, mom, it is because of your care, care and love that we have achieved today. It is because of you along the way that I am not afraid of failure and difficulties and overcome all kinds of difficulties again and again.

With your care all the way, I am no longer a child. I have become strong and have the courage to overcome difficulties.

Dear dad, mom!

Life is happier with you all the way.

Bade milk composition

Love in milk

I have never been weaned since I was a child. I often drink pure milk. Pure milk is delicious and nutritious. I felt my parents' love for me in the milk.

Before I went to primary school, my mother always bought me milk powder to drink. Because milk powder contains other nutrients, it is more suitable for children.

After primary school, my mother began to buy bottled pure milk with high calcium for me to drink. At first, I thought pure milk was very fragrant and delicious, but when I drank too much, I felt that pure milk had no taste and was not good to drink. I cried and asked my mother to buy those delicious "yogurts" for me to drink. My mother had to buy a box. After I drank a case, my mother bought me pure milk I am very unhappy because I don't understand why my mother always buys me pure milk.

Now, I am growing up and reading more books. From the book, I learned that pure milk has a particularly high nutritional value, which is conducive to the healthy growth of teenagers. Other good drinks are just milk drinks, and the nutrition is not very good. I finally understand my mother's intention. It turns out that mom really loves me!

Last Monday, I had no milk to drink, because I forgot to bring milk back from your port on Sunday, and the specialty store in Tang Qin was out of stock again. Alas, life without milk is really uncomfortable! I didn't expect my father to go to Guigang to get milk in the rain all night after self-study on Monday night. The next day, I also sent the milk to school. Father loves milk!

Usually as long as I'm ready to run out of milk, my parents will buy me milk anyway. In every box, bottle and sip of milk, I deeply feel my parents' love for me.

Love in a glass of milk

Mother is the greatest person in the world, and her love is also the greatest love in the world. But we don't think much of our mother's love. When we understand it, we have already done harm to our mother.

On Friday, I made an appointment with my classmates to go to the bookstore to buy books at 8: 40 on Saturday morning. When I got home, I happily told my mother about it and reminded her to wake me up in the morning.

But the next morning, when I woke up, it was already 8: 37. I am anxious and angry. Angry? Mom didn't call me. By the time I brushed my teeth and washed my face, it was already 8: 42. I yelled at my mother angrily! Ask her why she didn't call me, which made me late and lost my credibility in front of my classmates. And my mother, like a child who made a mistake, said nothing there. When I was leaving, my mother brought me a cup of hot milk from the kitchen. Because I was very angry at that time, I pushed the milk away and knocked it over. I shouted to my mother in a hurry, "Why do you still drink milk so late?" Then he pushed open the door and ran out quickly. When I arrived at the bookstore, it was already 8: 55. My classmate is missing, too. At that time, I was very wronged, and sad tears flowed down unwillingly. I have to go home alone.

I hurried home and saw my mother cleaning up the broken glass and milk stains I knocked over. I saw my mother's wronged and sad expression. Her face was so haggard, wrinkles crept up his face quietly, and sporadic silver lines appeared in her black and straight hair. I felt so guilty that I suddenly ran to hug my mother and cried and said to her, "I'm sorry!" " Mom, I was wrong! I shouldn't lose my temper with you! "

Then, instead of pushing my mother to sit down on the sofa, I took a broom to clean up the glass fragments and milk stains on the floor.

I didn't wake me up until I knew that my mother wanted me to sleep a little longer. My mother's love is the most selfless love in the world. She makes me feel so happy and warm. I silently said to my mother in my heart, "Mom, I love you!" " "

"Love" Factor in Milk

Milk will always be the most vivid shadow in my memory.

When I was a toddler, I stared at the small square bag in my mother's hand, which contained thin and sweet milk powder. At that time, I was always so excited and excited that my mouth watered on my mother's new coat. I was greeted by my mother's nagging: "Baby, don't worry." But in my mother's smile, I struggled to milk more and more.

Gradually, I hate why I grew up, because I never had a chance to meet milk after I could eat pasta. Childhood memories are more regrets and more attachment to milk. It was in my dream that I tasted the sweetness of milk again and secretly showed a satisfied smile. When I wake up and taste the sweetness of milk, I will be full of energy all day.

The family is getting better. 14 On my birthday, my mother bought me a bag of fresh milk in bags, which was just popular. Holding soft milk, I feel warm time slipping through my fingers, and my mother's warm love flows into my childhood heart. Until that day, I don't know how many times my mother looked at me with a sweet smile in my dream, and how many times my mother shed tears when I laughed. She knows the child's mind: I am looking forward to drinking milk. I shared the bag of milk with my mother, although she only got her lips wet. Today, I still often recall the unique sweetness of that bag of milk and the joy of realizing my dream.

On my way to school, my mother often comes to see me on campus with a box of milk. I know that's what my mother saves from her monthly living expenses. At the moment I picked up the milk, I really felt its heaviness. In the meantime, it is not only the sweetness of milk, but also the factor of "love".

I grew up healthily under the dual protection of milk and love; My mother is getting older and older under the urging of my growth. Now, I have been working for some days, and milk still runs through my life. With gratitude, I made a love for my mother for the rest of my life-a glass of milk every day, hoping that my mother would be healthy and happy.

In the face of relatives, I will give a box of milk; Facing my lover, I will send a box of milk; I will bring a box of milk to my friends ... You must think milk is heavy, right? Because of my "love" factor and my loyal blessing.

Let this small bag of milk send a love to the whole world.

Nine, 600 words about warm composition.

The warm feeling is a cup of tea that moistens my heart; The warm feeling is a jar of honey, which brings me sweetness; Warm feeling, like a cake, sweet and waxy. There is a warm memory in my heart.

It was a Saturday night and it was raining cats and dogs outside. I finished cram school and stood under the eaves of the roadside, worried about how to get back. Suddenly, I saw a very warm scene that moved me.

On the other side of the road, an old woman sheltered from the rain under the eaves. The old woman has gray hair, wearing a tulle-like flowered shirt, a pair of black cotton trousers and a pair of embroidered shoes. Looking at this dress, I thought: This grandmother seems very poor! The cold wind blows on my face like a knife, and the cold rain hits my face, so I can't help shivering. The opposite tree swayed from side to side in the wind, as if to be uprooted.

The old woman, without an umbrella, is standing under the eaves worrying. I think: she may miss her grandson at home, and she may go home to cook. However, it would be even worse if she went back in the rain and got sick! Because of the rain and at night, there are few passers-by. The old man hiding from the rain is just a forgotten composition.

Suddenly, I saw an uncle, holding an umbrella in his right hand and a brand-new umbrella in his left hand, coming towards the old woman. Uncle put a brand-new umbrella in grandma's hand and said to her, "grandma, please take this umbrella back, my little grandson is in a hurry!" " "

The old woman took the umbrella, with a grateful expression on her face, and said to her uncle, "Thank you, kind man! How can I return the umbrella you gave me? "

"Don't give it back, I'll give it to you!"

Grandma said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" " "

Seeing this, I felt a warm current in my heart. The uncle bought an umbrella specially for the old woman. This incident made me feel the warmth of the world. The rain dripping from the eaves, like transparent diamonds, is beautiful. Soon after, my mother came and took me home.

When I got home, the rain stopped and the sun came out. I looked up at the sky. The sky is like a clear blue crystal, without any flaws. Flowers bloom in the flower bed, transparent water drops fall on the petals, and the green leaves are washed away by the rain, which can reflect people. Ah! What a warm and beautiful scenery!

Pick up a glass of milk 1. This is a true story, although it seems a bit coincidental.

In fact, perception should be unlimited, but there is no way out, China people.

It is ok to repay kindness with kindness, but I think the teacher may be most satisfied with the idea of giving away roses and lingering fragrance.

When writing a composition in China, you can first think about all your experiences and ideas divergently, and finally choose the most rustic, conservative, direct and stupid one to write a composition. That's what I do. I can't understand the ability of Chinese teachers. High school Chinese 142 passed.