As a girl, I should be an innocent girl, obedient and clever, but I am outgoing and careless. Some people even say that I am very aggressive. Even my biological parents say I don't look like a girl!

Just like last time, go to a barbecue. The delicious food makes my mouth water, and it is even more "wolfing down", which is very unlike a lady. (A little exaggerated) Dad saw it and said, "Look, whose children eat like you? You want to compare your sister Jiang Jing, will she eat like you? " Really, it's nothing like a girl! "Hum, anyone who meets delicious food will not be like me!

Another time, I dragged my father to play table tennis. My dad said, "I said Jiang Yu, look at other girls." They all learn to draw, sing and dance. After training, they are all talented women. You should study hard ... ""I see, let's go! " I managed to pull my father up. After playing for a while, I have lost several balls. Suddenly, dad hit us with a tackle, which caused us "heavy casualties". I was careless for a moment and blurted out, "Shit, it really pissed us off! Watch me kill you! " My mother watched, unhappy, and said, "Yuyu, why are you so rude? Where did you learn it? I am still not a girl! Apologize to dad! " Why, if you go to our school, you may learn worse than me!

Alas, adults always want boys to become Jackie Chan and girls to become phoenixes, but I am like this, and most of them are hopeless. When on earth can I become a "phoenix"!

2。 Childhood is a fragrant flower. Everyone has had colorful years, poetic stories and many innocent dreams.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I dreamed that one day I could spread my wings in the blue sky like a bird and fly freely. With the increase of knowledge, I understand that this is just a dream, an ideal that can only be realized by studying hard and becoming a pilot or astronaut when I grow up. Therefore, I envy being a teacher. She instilled a lot of knowledge into her students and taught so many pilots, astronauts, scientists and calligraphers ... being a teacher can realize all her dreams through her students!

When I was a child, I was full of infinite admiration for my teacher. Whenever someone asks me, "What is your dream?" I always answer categorically: "I want to be a knowledgeable teacher when I grow up." When we only know that we have time to play, it is the teacher who tells us the importance of time and regulates our daily routine. When we look around and make small moves in class, it is the teacher who leads us into the hall of knowledge and swims in the ocean of knowledge; When we are sweating in class regardless of the collision between tables and chairs, it is the teacher who guides us to play games and teaches us to enjoy making friends; When we first picked up the pen, it was also the teacher who taught us the correct posture of holding the pen and the spelling of one stroke and one picture; When we came home from school, it was the teacher who told us again and again how to cross the road safely. ...

In class, I can't see their worries as mortals, only their enthusiasm for education; It is they who stand on the podium with a smile regardless of their illness, and they stand on the podium with enthusiasm regardless of their family difficulties. In their hearts, there are only students and only education. It is their selfless spirit that has created a batch of talents and filled one blank after another for the glory of the motherland.

For this dream, I must study hard, delve into scientific knowledge, become a qualified people's teacher, train more and better talents, and transport them to all fronts of the motherland to create a more prosperous future and realize more of our dreams!

The protagonist of this story is me.

You said, "Life is a fascinating book." He said, "Life is a colorful stage." I said, "The stage needs that thorny script to interpret a nearly perfect life story."

On the stage of life, as a young and ignorant newcomer, I will give a pure smile because of the appreciation of others, but I will also give the feeling that "people have to bow their heads under the eaves" from time to time. Of course, you will fall and get hurt. At this time, under the gorgeous light, what shines on me is not brilliance, but white loneliness; In that dynamic music, what accompanied me was not * * *, but the language laughed at by others and the director's sharp eyes. With that unwilling heart, I held my fist in my hand, but a moment later, facing the empty audience, I could only shake my head and sigh helplessly: "Alas!"

"There is Bole in the world, and then there is a swift horse." When you were waiting patiently for Bole to dig you out, did you realize how many opportunities were taken away from you like running water? Will you still do nothing at this time? "No, I won't." The deepest cry in my heart aroused my unyielding belief, so I would get up from the falling stage in a mess. "Oh ..." I seem to understand something. So I won't wander in the dark flash of the past, I won't lose my way because of decadence, I won't sink deeper and deeper in the mire of failure, but I will look for another turning point. It turned out that I didn't understand until it was dark: nothing is more grateful for the light than darkness.

The waves in life are far more than calm. Smooth sailing is not life. I finally understand this truth. So when autumn comes and leaves fall, I will face it gladly. Who says that difficulties and setbacks are our most heartless friends? Do you really think so in adversity? Is our enemy, you are weak and he is strong, and you are strong and he is weak. At this time, I am no longer stupid. I know that the night before dawn is always darkest, so I will secretly cheer on the stage: "Yeah! Hang in there, can the light be far behind? " So I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, washed away the dirt under my feet, tied my shoelaces and ran to success.

Perhaps the audience will find this life story boring-there is no grandstanding title, no ups and downs, repeated in countless "alas", "oh" and "yes", but I am not lost by it. Because whether it is bitter "alas", repentant "Oh" or passionate "Yeah", it will become an indispensable chapter in my life. Without them, my life would be incomplete.

I spent 60% of my life in hardships, and I once suspected that many mountains reduced me from a leading role to a supporting role. However, from time to time, Beethoven's cry of "I want to hold my destiny by the throat" and Edison's narration of "I found 1000 kinds of materials unsuitable for filament" rang out on the stage. Then I know that the biggest enemy in life is myself. As long as I don't abandon, don't give up, hold the ambition of "never fail" and the belief that "I can't ruin my ambition because of a temporary wave", even if I am covered in blood and bruised all over, the protagonist of this life story is still me.

So, in the laughter of others, I understand that I am the protagonist of my story, so bumps are my only way. Under the director's sharp eyes, I understand, because I am the protagonist of my story, and suffering is the river I must cross. In the sound of fallen leaves, I know that because I am the protagonist of my story, frustration is the mountain I must climb.

Standing on the stage, I still shine.

How to write my study story composition

For your reference, middle school students: let me tell my learning story.

Study, it can make your life colorful. Everything you learn will only benefit you a lot. In this learning process, many stories will happen, some of which are very touching and some are very interesting. ...

I remember when I was a child, my handwriting was crooked and not neat at all. Every time I write a new word, I always do it hastily and don't write it carefully. I can't read the font myself. That morning, the teacher sent out new words. I just received it, and I brushed it. I finished writing new words in less than eight minutes. Guest deskmate Jing Wong hasn't written the third article yet! She looked at my handwriting and shook her head.

After coming home from school at noon, my father said in the study, "Wei Wei, come to the study later." I have something to tell you. " I put down my schoolbag and hurried to the study. "Vivian, you see, who knows this word? As the saying goes, words are doors and books are things. Your writing attitude is not good, how can your academic performance be much better? Dad took my diary and said. Seeing my father's serious appearance, I smiled and said, "What is the relationship between academic performance and writing? You are really worrying! " Seeing my indifference, my father was silent for a long time and said, "I have prepared a copybook for you." Come and get it from me when you want to practice your handwriting. "I said that I played out of the study." Am I wrong? "I asked myself in my mind.

I haven't been very calm since I went to school in the afternoon. Do I take the copybook or not? The teacher issued a new vocabulary book. "Hey? How can it be a hundred points? " I have some doubts. Look carefully, there is a small line next to it: "The teacher believes you can do better!" " "

These words seem ordinary, but they keep churning in my mind, and I suddenly feel very excited.

After coming home from school, I said to my father, "I want to practice my handwriting!" " "Dad saw that I was a little abnormal and asked," How did you come up with it? " "It is the teacher's encouragement. The teacher made me understand that since I have the ability to do better, I will try to break through myself, because a person must be self-motivated and she must fight for her happy and beautiful future! " Dad listened to my words and smiled, a shallow smile, but full of that feeling of happiness and relief. Later my father handed me the copybook. I finished my homework very late this evening. ...

The next morning, I handed my homework to the teacher. After receiving all the homework, the teacher only looked through my exercise book and looked at it. She smiled at me, which was as happy as my father's.

Since then, I have practiced a copybook every day. My handwriting is getting better and better. I also found that my harvest is not only a standard word, but also a great progress in my life!

Learning can not only make your life full of brilliance; It can also purify your mind. Life is limited and knowledge is infinite, so we should put our limited life into infinite knowledge.

Comments: The story of learning has real feelings, which shows that you are a good student who loves learning.

Write a 350-word composition telling the story of becoming smart through study.

On Sunday afternoon, something unexpected happened: the clothes we hung in the morning were blown from the 2 1 floor to the 9/floor by the strong wind. It's just that dad is going to work again, which really puts dad in a dilemma!

When I got home, I had a brainwave and had a good idea: "Dad, bring the clothesline!" " "Dad accepted my suggestion, so he tried it on the clothesline, but he waved and said," No! A little short! ""hey! " So I was lost in thought. At this time, my father had a new idea. My father said, "Stay at home and stop fooling around. I'll go to the property management office and try a long stick! " "I stood on the balcony waiting for my father to come back early. After a long time, I suddenly felt nervous when I saw that my father had not come back. I really want to have seventy-two changes like the Monkey King, become a bird, and go outside to inquire about the situation. After about ten minutes, my father finally came back and tried with a long stick, but it still didn't work! Now I am more anxious. At this tense and critical moment, I came up with a "clever plan": isn't it like a stick that can be lengthened and shortened by connecting the clothes drying rod with the stick that Dad brought from the property management office? Dad took my advice again. Try it, haha, as expected, the clothes are finally "saved"! The clothes went home smoothly!

Dad can finally go to work happily! My father, mother and neighbors all praised me as a clever boy. I must be a child who loves to observe and think!

Four 500-word "Homeschooling Stories"

First you talk about the reasons why you study at home, and then you say that you didn't adapt to online classes at first, and then you became proficient with the help of teachers or by solving problems yourself. Finally, summarize your experience in this online class.

Write a story about becoming smart through study, 400 words.

Learning makes people smart.

Shakespeare said, "Books are the nourishment of the whole world." This metaphor, I feel particularly cordial.

When I was in grade three, I gradually fell in love with reading. I read books almost every day, otherwise it would be "barren land".

In my memory, I will never forget one thing-that is, stealing a look: one day, I was reading a book with relish. Just when I was worried about Zhang Fei's fate, suddenly there was a voice. It turned out that my father told me to sleep, but no matter how he called me, I refused to sleep. Finally, he came to "The Roar of Lions", and I was reluctant to put down my book to sleep, feeling angry. In the middle of the night, I thought to myself: Tomorrow is Sunday, so it is necessary to go to bed so early! So I got up and walked carefully to the desk, give up! No, I stepped on the jar, and then I turned around. Mom and dad didn't wake up. I'm glad I wasn't found. I went to my desk, grabbed a book at random and looked at it crazily. I didn't put it down until after five in the morning and went to bed.

There is another thing I will never forget: one day, I was immersed in the story in the book. Suddenly, my mother said to me, "I have something to do when I go out." Please unplug the boiler later. " I casually replied, "Oh." /kloc-After 0/0 minutes, I always feel that I have done nothing. God, I forgot to unplug the boiler. I looked at the boiler. This is not good. The water is leaking! My heart tightened, waiting for the beat to come. After another 20 minutes as long as a century, my mother came back. I'm ready for a beating. My mother looked at the boiler and was about to hit me, but she looked at the book on the table again and lost her temper. Say to me, "I'm glad you like reading, but you can't forget the task I gave you."

Books have made my study advance by leaps and bounds. Because I love reading, I am in the top five in almost every final exam. So, I want to thank the book. If I don't like reading, my grades are the last.

Write your own story composition

Desire is the pillar of a towering building. Without it, it is just a pile of scattered bricks. Desire is the river bed, without it, there is only a flooded ocean; Wishes are burning stars. Without it, there is only a cold firewood. Desire is the main engine of ocean-going ships. Without it, there is only a paralyzed giant frame.

Everyone has his own wishes, and people of different ages will have different wishes, such as: "I hope I can put on clothes in the first grade;" Two years sometimes hope to form good habits; I hope to be independent in the third year; I hope to study hard in the fourth grade; In the fifth grade, I hope to be admitted to a good middle school ... "

The new semester has begun, and I intend to do my duty, study hard, get a good junior high school exam, and draw a perfect end to the primary school stage. So as to make the precious memories of childhood better. As the commitment letter says: habit determines character, and character determines fate. A good habit is a good life. My wish for the last four months of primary school is to study hard, spend every day happily and draw a perfect full stop for the first small stage of my life.

If life is a solemn castle, if life is a lush tree, if life is a flying seabird. Then wishes are the pillars of the dome, deep roots and fluttering wings. Without a wish, there is no motivation for life; Without a wish, the beauty of life will disappear.

Grateful mother's maternal love is like the sea.

Gratitude, like sunshine, can bring us warmth and beauty. As long as we have a grateful heart, we will have all the beautiful life characters.

My mother is nothing special. Like other people's mothers, she has bright black eyes, excellent hearing ears, a dark red mouth, a sensitive nose and a high nose bridge, and a pair of dimples when she smiles. I feel terrible when I am angry and warm when I am happy.

Although my mother is a little grumpy, she is very careful. I remember that time ... when I was a child, I was very careless. That was when I was a freshman, so I didn't get rid of this habit. It was a terrible day. When I went to school, I found that I didn't bring my fruit box and water bottle. What should I do? It's hard to drive in this weather, let alone walk! So I thought to myself: I can't eat much fruit during the day and want to drink water, but I still have to endure it! One class passed, and during the third class, my deskmate poked me that there were parents outside, which seemed to be my parents. I took this sentence with a grain of salt, so I looked up out of the window. Isn't that my mother? She had a paper bag in her hand, and I rushed out and ran to my mother. Mom quickly handed me the paper bag and said, "This is your fruit box for water. You forgot to bring it. I'll bring it to you. The snow is too heavy, so it is so slow! " "At that time, there was a stream of water flowing out of my bedroom. I didn't say anything, so I buried my head and walked to the classroom.

Yes, maternal love is selfless. It can surpass the frozen ice and snow, it can surpass. ...

Motherly love is a warm sun, giving her light; Motherly love is a vast ocean, revealing a broad mind; Motherly love is sweet milk, which nurtures children to thrive. Motherly love is the wealth we enjoy all our lives. The grass grows and the warbler flies, and it is difficult to report spring.

Goose?

Remember the white goose in Feng Zikai's mouth! However, Li Xitiao's grandmother's big white goose is different.

This morning, I came to Li Xiqiao's grandmother's house-Huanglingzi in Gongzhuling. There are many cute little animals there, and the big white goose is one of them. Now you may ask, what's the difference? Although they look alike, they have different personalities. The Great White Goose is a lovely animal that people like at first sight. Of course, I am no exception. I was fascinated by the lovely big white goose and couldn't help but want to catch one. So I started to act, saying it was late, but it was soon. I ran as fast as I could to catch those geese. Who knows that the goose was forced to fly, I am anxious! I can run, but I can't fly at all Fortunately, Li Mingzhou stopped me and told me to go back. Goose came back, and I walked back with Li Mingzhou. Unexpectedly, the big white goose didn't run into the yard, but ran into the avenue. This time, Li Xiqiao's uncle was so anxious that he quickly put on his coat to catch the geese.

, this is my heart can panic! I rushed out in three steps and two steps, but it was a big deal. The goose has run into the street. I hurried to the avenue, only to see the geese lined up and swaggered to the other side of the avenue-Jia Wei Courtyard. I ran in a hurry, halfway through, and suddenly stopped-I saw my uncle with a whip in his left hand and a whip in his right hand, driving the goose back. I used my brain and told Li Mingzhou and Li Xiqiao to run back. We ran to the house and climbed onto the windowsill to see the situation outside the window. The big white goose didn't lose any, but also laid an egg! Alas! What a false alarm!

This deep charm! This stupid goose!

A magnanimous monitor

If friendship is an evergreen tree, then it must be a clear spring that irrigates safety in the depths of the soul; If friendship is an unbeaten flower, then it must be the rising sun in the heart, and how much laughter is the arousal of friendship; How many tears have friendship wiped away. The harbor of friendship is warm and affectionate, and the breeze of friendship sails.

Once in math class, I was fined five yuan by teacher Zhang, the head teacher, for talking on the field. But I didn't even have a shift coin in my hand at that time! Teacher Zhang was puzzled and asked, "Where are all the coins in your class?" I remember you should have a lot of money? ""I donated all the money in my class to the group! " I answered with a clear conscience. At that time, I certainly didn't deny donating class fees to the group, but no one was sure. At this time, the whole class was silent. At this time, the monitor stood up, reached into his wallet, took out 5 yuan's class currency and handed it to Teacher Zhang. This action is crisp and neat, as if nothing can stop her. After class, I came to the monitor's seat and said confidently, "I will definitely return the Wuyuan class currency to you!" "Don't worry!" "No, that Wu Yuan's class currency is even if my grades are not good, and the teacher punished me!" The monitor said, and then pinched my face. After a while, I didn't expect Dong Huiying's attitude towards me to be better than before. In fact, I feel very uncomfortable. In order to make me more comfortable, I decided to return the money for 20 classes to the monitor, but the monitor refused. I put 20 yuan's money on her desk again. Unexpectedly, she said to me angrily, "Are we still good friends? I told you I don't want class fees! Let's forget about it! Let's forget it! Otherwise I won't be with you! " Since then, none of us have mentioned this matter again! We are still good friends.

Friendship is like poetry, and poetry is hard to appreciate; Friendship is like tea, tea is full of affection, friendship is like a song, and it is difficult to stay in the depths of the song; Friendship is like wine, which will bloom with flowers after drinking; This beautiful friendship, this unforgettable feeling!

Motherly love is like water.

A mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain. This is a famous saying. I believe that every mother will give her children a trickle of love! In order to save children, mothers can even choose to give up their lives! Some mothers can work hard day and night to make their children comfortable. Of course, so does my mother!

I remember I was hospitalized with mycoplasma pneumonia! At first, it was just a fever, and it was still a low fever. No one cared too much. After a few weeks, my mother didn't care until she found that things didn't get better. When I got to the hospital, the doctor said it was serious! Must be hospitalized! On hearing the word "in hospital", my heart suddenly went into a trance, and I was as worried as if I had been electrocuted. Faced with this strange word and strange environment ... there is no way. I was admitted to the First Hospital of Jida University at noon the next day. Because there are no beds, the temporary beds are full again! What shall we do? Mom is as anxious as ants in your pants. I finally got a bed that night! Mother smiled and said, "You are a lucky child!" " After I was hospitalized, my mother stayed with me day and night, reviewing, doing homework and giving me injections ... One night, I saw my mother thinking sadly. I fell asleep without much thought. Until late at night, I vaguely saw my mother washing towels. I asked my mother, "What are you washing?" My mother didn't answer. She touched my head and said, "Are you awake? Are you thirsty?" Go to sleep! "Then I fell asleep again. Later, I learned that the wine in the basin was for my fever. Finally, my mother was forced to use hormones to reduce my fever. After taking the hormone, it burned for nearly 20 days, and the body temperature dropped obviously. My mother is very happy ... ..

In fact, love is a boon. If you feel it, it will repay you. Maternal love is like water, endless!

Write a story composition with your school supplies.

Sample text

I have a beautiful pencil case. It's called Benben. My parents gave me this pencil box, and I like it very much.

It is a cuboid, the color is light blue, and it is dotted with some white flowers. There are some bears beside the flowers. These bears are very cute. It is dressed in blue and has two small buttons. Round eyes, long nose and small mouth. It looks at you curiously, as if thinking: What is this? There are two rows of English letters beside the bear. His eyes still look like he is speaking English!

When I opened the pencil box, I only saw a rectangular piece of glass with my class schedule at the back. The "small intestine" in my pencil case-a pen. Brother Black Pen is my "general" and my "prime minister". There are all kinds of pens, some chubby, some of medium height, exquisite structure, and some small and exquisite. Some of my pencils are dressed in black and white and red uniforms, some in red sportswear, and some in sky-blue skirts. The long ruler is placed on the big bed in the middle. Pencil Sharpener It has many functions. It can roll a pencil and look in the mirror. I make its stomach full, and the pencil case is also my good partner. Whenever I do well in the exam, it seems to say, "Little master, don't be proud." Whenever I fail in the exam, it seems to say, "Little master, don't lose heart, don't be discouraged, try again next time!" " "

My pencil box is always presented to me in obscurity.

Write a 600-word composition with the story of learning Chinese.

Is it argumentative or narrative? What about argumentative writing? We can start with the importance of Chinese, and then talk about the basic work of listening carefully and previewing in class, followed by extensive reading. Read more and then read more intensively. In a word, learning Chinese well will not happen overnight. Don't try to become a big fat man at once, accumulate more, and it will naturally have an effect over time. Narrative can start with my understanding of Chinese as a child, how I came into contact with Chinese, how I liked Chinese (or how I hated Chinese). After time, I discovered the importance of Chinese, especially after China took a place in the world, Chinese became a subject that we China people had to learn. . I hope it works for you. .

How to write a 400-word story composition about your own growth

In my memory, growth is the corn stalk at jointing stage. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow taller by a year. Looking at my growth record, I couldn't help laughing when I saw the cautious look when I learned to ride a bike at the age of six.

When I was six years old, I often saw my neighbor's sister riding a bicycle around the yard smartly. I am envious and beg my father to buy one for me. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bike.

A tall man like me is sure to do something extraordinary! I got on the bus with great joy. I didn't expect the handlebars to work at all, so I fell off a pier. I gritted my teeth and stood up and asked my father for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of cycling: be bold, just hold your horses and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried to ride it several times, and the effect was not bad.

"Practice by yourself, you can do it." Dad encouraged me to say.

"ah? Let me fall again? "

"If you are afraid of falling, you will never learn."

Throwing caution to the wind! I got on the bike trembling, and the handlebars kept shaking.

"Don't worry, hold on!"

After stopping for a while, the car finally stopped to dance yangko.

"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.

"hey!" My funny expression will be fixed forever: grinning and staring, as if I were not riding a bike, but stepping on a mine. However, it won't be long before I can easily ride a bike on the road. I not only learned to ride a bike, but also understood a growing truth: there is always a process to learn something, and it is impossible to eat a fat man at once. If you make progress in spite of difficulties, you can succeed.

This is a little thing when I was growing up. These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow and make me forge ahead.

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