A. Search for an 800-word short story about Chinese history
This story took place in the state of Qin during the Warring States period, when Gan Luo, the grandson of Gan Mao, the chancellor of the state of Qin, was witty and eloquent. He was a household name when he came up with a plan to get his grandfather out of trouble.
On this day, Gan Mao returned home from the court with a sad face, couldn't drink tea, couldn't eat, just couldn't stop sighing. The family did not know what happened, are very anxious.
At this time, is reading in the study of Gan Luo, to see his grandfather's heavy heart, they gently walked to his grandfather in front of, and asked in a fine voice: "Grandpa, what happened in the court, you can say to the grandson?" Gan Mao looked at his grandson and couldn't help but sigh and tell his troubles.
It turned out that recently Emperor Qin Shi Huang was suffering from an illness, and those who wanted to get rid of Gan Mao as soon as possible thought that the opportunity had come. They dug their heels in and came up with a ruse, saying that Qin Shi Huang's illness could be cured by finding a double-yolked egg laid by a large rooster within three days, and that this egg could only be found by Gan Mao, a man of exceptional talent. At that time, Emperor Qin Shi Huang, who had lost his mind because of his illness, listened to the slanderous words and ordered Gan Mao to present the double-yolked egg laid by a large rooster to the palace within three days. Faced with this impossible task, Gan Mao was anxious.
Gan Luo listened to his grandfather's words, a bright idea, the heart sprang up a wonderful plan, he said with a smile, "Grandpa, you do not have to worry about this matter, to the deadline, I went to the court to give you the order is." Gan Mao looked at Gan Luo's naive appearance, shook his head, smiled bitterly and said, "Grandson, how can grandfather let you die for me!" Gan Luo said, "How is it going to die? I am asking the Great King to withdraw that ridiculous decree." Gan Mao shook his head again and said, "How can you be so capable at such a young age?" Seeing that his grandfather kept shaking his head, Gan Luo came to his grandfather's ear and told him the countermeasures he had thought of. Gan Mao was overjoyed when he heard this, and happily embraced Gan Luo in his arms.
The deadline came. On this day, Gan Luo got up early in the morning, he said goodbye to his grandfather and went up to the great hall by himself to pay a visit to the King of Qin. Emperor Qin Shi Huang was waiting for Gan Mao to bring him a double-yolked egg laid by a rooster, but when he saw that the visitor was not Gan Mao but a child, he was furious. His eyes widened in anger and he asked, "Where has Gan Mao gone?"
Gan Luo replied, "Back to the king, my grandfather is at home giving birth to a child, so I can not come to see the king, I hope the king forgive me."
When Qin Shi Huang heard this, he became furious and said, "What nonsense, your grandfather is a man, how can he give birth to a child?"
When Gan Luo heard this, he said without any panic: "Your majesty rests his anger. If a man can't give birth to a child, how can a rooster lay an egg?"
"Well, this ......" Qin Shi Huang was asked by Gan Luo and could not speak at once.
Knowing that he was in the wrong, and thinking that this child was really bold and cute, Qin Shi Huang withdrew the original decree in public.
With his own outstanding wisdom and courage, Ganluo was able to return the favor to his grandfather and succeeded in getting rid of his grandfather, and I appreciate his courage and wisdom!
B. My Family Story About Good Family Style Essay 800 Words Limit
The school launched a survey on family style. "What is family style?" I couldn't wait to ask my mother in the elevator on the way home.
Mom said with a slight smile, "You pay attention to observe ah, in fact, every day, your behavior, are reflecting our family style."
How come I have no impression? I scratched my head vigorously, puzzled and looked at my father, who lazily smiled and said, "Go back and ask grandpa."
I rolled my eyes helplessly, knowing for sure they wouldn't tell me. Just have to observe for myself!
To the home, grandpa has already made a fragrant meal, I grabbed the chopsticks first, ready to launch a strong attack on the food, at this time, dad frowned, said: "family style travel to go? Grandpa is not yet on the table, how can you eat first yourself?"
Oh, I suddenly realized, so this is the family style ah! I hurriedly put down the chopsticks, go to the kitchen to help grandpa to the last dish out, sitting upright in front of the table, waiting for grandpa to sit down, grandpa said: "eat", I opened the chopsticks, big mouthfuls of food. At this time, Dad patted me on the head, said: "Right, this is filial understanding of polite children!"
"Then what other family styles do we have in our family?" I chewed my rice and said vaguely.
Dad said: "Eating without speaking and sleeping without speaking is also a family style! However, there are other family styles that you can experience when you practice." Dad finished, thievish grimace twice, I suddenly backbone cold, fell all over the goosebumps, so scary!
Soon it was 8:30, Mom said, "Missy, it's time to practice." This voice is like an angel's voice so gentle, but I feel really like the devil is calling me!
"O,no!" I pained *** a sound, reluctantly put down the hand of the book, slowly start to change clothes.
Half an hour of kicks, lowers, and splits later, I was presented with the ultimate test - splits against the wall! This pain drilled out from the bottom of my heart and ran into my every pore, I couldn't say anything about the pain, I couldn't even make a sound of screaming, I just wanted to end this devilish moment quickly! But my mom said, "There are still 5 minutes left, hang in there, the art troupe is waving at you! Do you want to listen to a song to relax?" Her voice was very gentle, but I was really in pain! In order to get into the troupe, I had to grit my teeth and hold on, I endured! I started to take big deep breaths, adjusted my emotions, and asked my mom to play a song for me. Slowly, I didn't feel the pain anymore, and I knew that I had already surpassed my limit for the night - my legs were numb!
At this point, Dad pushed the door in, he said with a cheeky grin: "Today is good, insist on more and more long! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it, and I'm sure you're going to be able to do it. Didn't you ask me what is the family style? This is our family style, eat hard, have perseverance!"
I heart a spring wind blowing, even also, so this is also the family style, I do very good it!
Our family style is like this, how about yours?
C. I am a person with a story A composition of 600-800 words
That summer, the light of the sun, the light and shadow of the dappled, shone on the face of my grandfather and I, pale and young play with each other.
Under the mulberry date tree, there was a little girl with a ponytail, riding on her grandfather's neck. The summer sun is particularly harsh, I squinted slightly translucent eyes, in the sunny afternoon picking sour dates on the tree, the body tilted, grandpa will follow me in the direction of the middle of the slow movement. I chewed a big mouthful of sweet and sour flavor of this small food brought me ***, through the coldness of my tongue straight into my whole body. Hey, hey, how awesome! However, I will not forget my grandfather, I always look at the hand of the small small dates thinking half a day, a small half into the mouth of his grandfather slightly open, his grandfather began to "giggle, laugh, I do not have a heart laugh.
It's very reckless, very satisfying, very nostalgic, and very helpless. I only know that I miss you: Grandpa!
That hill, that path, you use the bicycle to send me safely to school, even if it is a dense as hemp rainy day, quietly waiting in the crowd or you, I use the umbrella on top of our heads, you use the bicycle to go home.
Why?
- I miss the grandpa day and night, now my palm how to become so cold ......
I remember the threshold of the countryside, you pinched a cigarette, infinite sadness looking into the distance, I was promising you, I do not know far away from the heavenly grandfather you will remember it? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car.
And you just pursed your lips, want to say something but never opened his mouth.
Fingers in front of the eyes of a shake, shaken by ten years of time, I did not go to the hut, I saw the afternoon sunshine of an old man and a young man, playing the umbrella braving the wind and rain to advance the grandparents and grandpa, and the years of torment.
There is only one reason why I didn't go back, three years ago, my grandfather died of illness.
Also that summer, grandpa lay quietly on the cooler, the atmosphere around the unusually dead silence, I know, grandpa's days are numbered, grandpa's thin appearance is heartbreaking, he turned his head to the old mulberry tree in front of the door. He had his head tilted to the old mulberry tree in front of the door. Until we came back for the last time, he had this same wisp of a smile on his face.
Grandpa told me. Even though I will close my eyes, but in heaven will watch you. I wowed and cried out. "Yun'er ah, you have to believe in grandpa, grandpa will look forward to your step towards the university gate, you can not lie to grandpa ah!"
Just like that, grandpa disappeared from my life. The human life is really strange, you never know where the next stop will be manipulated by fate, we float, where to stop, where we will take root and sprout.
I wasn't unhappy because, when the night came, the brightest star outside the window was my grandfather watching over me!
D. "Listen to my father tell me about my father or grandfather" 800 words
As usual, I talked to my family on the phone, and last week I heard that my grandparents played mahjong because of the two small quarrels, so I inquired about whether the dear old people are now good, although I also know that they are often the two mixed up, for the sake of all the sesame seed big small things. Oh, in fact, the old man is like a child, the idea is super simple plus interesting. Thinking about grandparents together also more than 60 years, but completely a picture did not adapt to each other's appearance, but also very difficult, ha, adhere to their own well. Grandpa is very honest people, can work hard, do not like to think too much about things, also not very good at talking, love to get together and love to go around, but also like to eat snacks, typical of the children's character; while the grandmother is more like to think about things, although she has not read a lot of books, but know how to be reasonable, wise and hospitable, but also hospitable, the home of the city, the countryside of the guests have not seen fewer, it is a rare understanding of the reasoning of the woman. Think about them is also considered a blessed person, children are filial piety, health are also healthy, and now it is time to enjoy the happiness of the family, although they have suffered a lot of pain when they were young. This year's National Day home to listen to the father told some stories about the grandparents when they were young. After listening to the story I almost didn't cry (hey, emotional people, no way), the old people suffered a lot of pain, we must filial piety to them; also can't help but think that people's life is really not easy, the conditions are tough when a lot of times, will encounter all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, but everything will be fine, as long as we still have hope, and motivation to create a life. The memory is slightly fuzzy, I hope there will not be too much deviation.
Let's start with the story of my grandfather. Grandpa's family was running a store and business in the countryside when he was a child, and was still considered wealthy, but everything changed instantly when his great-grandfather (grandpa's father) died. Great-grandfather was shot because he didn't cooperate with the army (I think it was the Nationalist forces) and didn't sell salt to them. Grandpa was 8 years old at the time. Now Grandpa would have been about 85, so extrapolating that time would have been around 1930. My great-grandmother remarried after my great-grandfather's death, and died a few years later due to illness. So Grandpa and his seven siblings were orphaned and had no place to eat, and then the older ones joined the army and the younger ones were passed on to relatives. It was at that time that Grandpa was passed on to a distant landowner's uncle's family as a godson, and began his life as a longtime laborer, helping the landowner's family to farm the land every day and earning a living until he was in his early twenties, when he was old enough to get married, and the landowner's family introduced Grandpa to his grandmother as a daughter-in-law, and then he began to come out on his own to farm the land and start his own family. After that, grandparents formed a family, gave birth to seven children, only five survived, has been farming for a living, the days are very hard, fortunately, several children have read books, so then the days gradually better.
Grandma's childhood was also very unfortunate. Because grandma's mother and grandpa (grandma's father) had a very bad relationship, they divorced when grandma was young. In those days, women had very little status, and divorce was even more humiliating, so after Grandma and Grandpa divorced, Grandma was restricted from seeing her mother. Grandpa was a very cold man, always treated grandma as if she was invisible, looked down on grandma, never gave her the love and care that a father should have, and married a new wife soon after the divorce, so grandma always lived under the ostracism of her stepmother, not to mention not having studied much. Fortunately, Grandma's grandmother loved her more and brought her some comfort and joy in her childhood. However, after her grandmother passed away, she had to work in the fields and take care of her stepmother's younger siblings. When she was old enough to get married, she was introduced to her grandfather, who was nearly ten years older than her, because she was pretty enough to be married to the landlord's godson, Grandpa, as his daughter-in-law. What sounds ridiculous now really happened that way. In modern times, Grandma would have been able to find a man ten times better than Grandpa. After Grandma got married, she started to be able to socialize with Grandma because she later remarried to a very good man. Dad recalled his grandma and said that she was even better looking than grandma, could cook well, loved them kids, and went to grandma's house to play on holidays when they were out of fashion. Because Dad was the eldest son, Grandma loved him the most, and urged Dad, who was a few years old, to take good care of Grandma and help her more. Unfortunately, grandma passed away when dad was a few years old, leaving two separate families with two grandmothers. It should be said that grandma's broad-mindedness is very broad, married and both grandparents' families to come and go, for the real grandpa and later stepfather, grandma has been filial piety, not because of the coldness of childhood and hold a grudge. By the time I was a child, I had an impression of both grandfathers, but at that time I could not quite figure out why my grandmother had two fathers. That said, I still want to praise Grandma for being a great woman. Several of our grandchildren were basically brought up by her, and as a child I was very clingy to my grandmother, and later my brother. I vaguely remember my grandmother, who didn't even know a few words, using those literacy cards to teach my brother to recognize Chinese characters such as "山", "口", etc., and to teach him children's songs in the dialect. So every time we went home from the countryside to see my brother, we could see his progress and hear my grandmother tell us interesting stories about my brother. So I can imagine that my grandmother brought me up in the same way when I was a child. I really want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to my grandmother, not to mention the pain she suffered in bringing up my father and his children, but to say that it was hard enough for her to bring up our grandchildren as babies. These are words that you can't say when you're dealing with old people. So many times I like the direct expression of foreigners, like between them usually want to say straight to say love, rather than just put into words or heart.
The old people may have gone through a lot of things, and from the stories I know, they are unfortunate, but lucky. Because the family after the family life is hard, but also warm; because now the children and grandchildren, happy. This is exactly where the meaning of the family, right, to each member of the family a lamp of the heart, a full of pure love.
Oh, let's talk about it first. I wish my dear grandparents a long and healthy life! And I wish everyone a happy and healthy life!
E. Narrative Essay on the Story Between Grandpa and Xiao 800 words
When I was a child, my favorite thing was to listen to my grandfather's storytelling, and my grandfather's storytelling was always so fascinating to me. He said, "I grew up in the old society and both my parents died when I was eight years old. When I was nine years old, my grandparents also died one after another, and I had no one to depend on. When I was twelve years old, I went with my aunt and uncle to break into the East and came to Anda County, Heilongjiang Province, to work as a longtime laborer for the evil landlords, herding cows, horses, sheep, and feeding pigs. Once the pig somehow bit off a piece of meat on my stomach. My fellow long-laborers tore a piece of rag to bandage me, and there was no money for medical treatment. I called every day, called the ground does not work, and no relatives in the side, I can only cry while screaming in pain, the landlord also called me to work, think I screamed annoyed but also beat me and scolded me. Whenever I touch this scar, I now shed tears, the old society I lived a life worse than cattle and horses, not enough to eat and wear warm."
"In 1948 the Northeast was liberated! The poor turned over and became the masters of the country. Not subject to the exploitation and oppression of the landlords, in 1950 I responded to the call of ***, enrolled in the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. I crossed the Yalu River and came to the battlefield of Korea, where I fought with the enemy in a hot and bitter struggle. I was valiant and good at fighting, on the battlefield I made second and third class merit, I am a people's merit, the motherland put the most lovely people on me."
" In 1953 I returned to the motherland. The Party sent me to Nanjing Infantry School to study military and culture. After graduation, I was assigned to work in the independent battalion of the Jiangxi Provincial Military District became an officer, and lived thirty-one years in the army . When I was given high treatment, from then on, I lived an incomparably happy and joyful life. This is all thanks to the great Chairman Mao and the great China *** ."
I listened to my grandfather's story I realized that now a happy and happy life is hard to come by. I want to study hard to learn more knowledge, to become a pillar of the motherland, to build our great motherland more prosperous, more prosperous. Let our future generations have a better life. This is the wish of my life Liu Changhe.
F. 800 words argumentative essay beware of taking the wrong first step.
There is a story about a father and son walking together towards a big tree, the father's eyes looking at the big tree in the distance, while the son just looks down at each small step he takes. When they reached their destination, they looked back on their journey, only to realize that the father's tracks were straight, while the son's were zigzagging.
The first time I heard this story was when my grandfather told it to me. Grandpa said, people can only move forward towards their own set goals will be less detour.
Perhaps it was because I was so young at the time that I couldn't understand what my grandfather meant. So I looked at the stars in the sky and blinked my eyes and asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, what is the established goal? Is it the stars in the sky?" Grandpa laughed, stroked my little head and said: "The established goal is the ideal in your heart, is the star that has been flashing in the depths of your heart!"
Oh, so the ideal is the star. The stars are so beautiful, I want to pick many, many stars in my heart, illuminating my heart's nest! I did not expect that the childhood laughter would leave such a deep impression on my heart, grandfather's story y engraved in my heart, has been with me until I later grew up, for the first time to start my ideal journey.
I put my ideals in my heart, and I have always been convinced that I will succeed in reaching the other side. However, as I grew older, the expectations of my teachers and parents, the competition among my peers, and the pressure to go to higher education almost suffocated me.
I was born in an ordinary family, my parents' hardships let me realize from childhood that the only way out is to study hard, and only by relying on their own strength can they help their parents get rid of the wind and frost damage. However, until I walked on the ideal avenue I realized that there is no road in this world is spacious and flat, no one can walk through every avenue without a hitch