With the story of time on the topic of writing a composition

Ⅰ to "the story of --" as the title, write a not less than six hundred words of composition

Growing up the story of the composition of 600 words

In the growing up of the road we have experienced many, many, as if full of stars in the sky, there is the joy of success, but also had the chagrin of failure. Here I will pick one of the most dazzling stars and tell you about it.

Last summer vacation, my father signed up for the "China Youth Cup" essay contest, I worked hard all the way into the preliminaries, the rematch, waiting for the final news. The first day, I received the notification letter of the National Composition Final as I had hoped for. I traveled to Beijing in July and got along very well with the contestants from all over the country. But when it came to the day of the final, I looked at the contestants, each of whom was sure to win, I couldn't help but slowly lose confidence and get nervous, but then I thought, "If I get nervous and play badly, how can I get a good result? But then I thought: If I am nervous and play badly, how can I get good results? I must make myself relaxed! Thinking about it, I made humorous and funny gestures, no longer as serious and serious as before. The finals began, the title is ＿＿＿＿＿ feeling ＿＿＿＿, I instantly remembered an article I had written before, I turned the name into "I feel the love of my mom and dad" set up. At the awards banquet, I don't have much hope of winning the award, thinking: so many children from Beijing, Guangzhou and other big cities, their learning environment must be superior to me, the education must be better than me, I'm a child from the mountains, can I do it? At best, I could only get a bronze medal, which was beyond my expectation! When it was reported that there was no me in the list of Bronze Medalists, the crystal of hope in my heart was nearly shattered, and an obvious crack made my heart weep. All I could do was put on a smiling face and congratulate my friends. After a while, my name appeared in the silver medal list, my first feeling was that I had heard wrong, but obviously I was the only one who participated in Yuexi, and after figuring out that that person was me, I felt it was too unbelievable again. When I stride, standing on the high podium, holding a bright trophy, looking at the certificate written full of congratulations, listening to the applause of the stage, the eyes can not help but contain tears of joy, I feel immensely proud! The crystal of hope in my heart was not only compounded again, but also glittered with dazzling light! Back to Yuexi, mom and dad are all smiling, even I feel great. Now, I still sometimes still kiss the trophy, recalling that happy time.

Although this incident has been in the past, it is still a shining point of light in my course of growth. From now on, I want to be more diligent and hardworking, so that every star in the course of growth will be bright!

Ⅱ "I and the story of the book" as the theme of the essay 300 words

Bacon said: "Reading gives pleasure, gives color, gives talent."

I think: "Books are like mysterious jewels, which hide infinite value; books are the treasure house of knowledge, which make ignorant people become knowledgeable and versatile; books are like faithful friends, which will always give you help and support silently when you are in trouble." Therefore, I love books, and even love books to the degree of obsession.

I vaguely remember, when I was very young, my mom came back from work every day, always hold me in her lap, holding a story book, one by one to me. I would always sit quietly and listen with great interest, as if I were in the world depicted in the book. Mom spoke to the wonderful place, I will also vigorously clap, at that moment, my mother will always be pleased to look at me ......

When I was in the second grade, I had the first belong to their own text book - Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. That night, I was concentrating on my homework. My mom handed me a book, and I looked at the cover of the book and saw a mysterious picture: a Frankenstein's monster wearing glasses, sitting in a fish-shaped ship, laughing. Several grouper, covered with colorful stripes, were swimming around the strange boat, seemingly surveying the uninvited guests who had intruded into their world. I was immediately captivated by it, and immediately grabbed the book from my mom's hand and immediately flipped it open to read it. What do you care about homework, put it aside first. The strange fish in the book, the brave and witty Captain Nemo, at this time has become my everything. I don't know how long it took, I suddenly heard my mom's call, "Cinnabar, have you finished your homework." , Until then, I remembered that the homework was not finished, and after hurriedly making up the homework, I secretly brought the book to the quilt. The night is deep, the home is quiet. I gently turn the book, and the book Captain Nemo continue to swim in the world of the wonderful underwater ......

When I woke up the next day, I found that the book was still firmly held on my chest. For the next few weeks, that book accompanied me to school during the day and to bed at night. He literally became part of my life.

From the moment I was introduced to the book 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, my addiction to books, was out of control. I couldn't wait to get into the world of books. The book showed me more than I imagined, that is a fantasy world completely different from the real world, that world is richer than the real world, to be marvelous. One Thousand and One Nights, Grimm's Fairy Tales, One Hundred Thousand Reasons Why, The Mysterious Island ......, like a vortex, sucked me to the bottom of the sea of books for a long time, can not come to the surface.

The book accompanied me through the happy time! Books will become my lifelong friends!

Ⅲ to "the holiday has a - story" as the theme of a composition

year Qingming are rain, the rain is like the sky flying tears! Also accustomed to the Qingming Festival to see the rain, rain; if any year exceptionally meet a big eye day, the heart, always feel that the festival is not complete, some defects. Perhaps, only this kind of love and scenery, can give a hint of comfort to the departed soul!

The dead have gone untraceable, please cherish the person in front of you. In front of the Qingming tombstone, infinite sentiments will be expressed, the worshipper's teardrops will be strung into a section of wet memories, the warm spring breeze can not erase the eyes of the sentimental people. Life's long journey will not stop, the continuation of the lineage is a string of bold ellipses, the old man's gray hair is the most striking question mark of the Qingming Festival, filial piety and support is the only correct choice, is the best interpretation of the children of the Yellow Emperor on the Qingming. Let filial piety and respect for the heart of the day in, adhere to the good treatment of their parents and the elderly, in the warm spring of April, a Qingming, standing in the whisking up thousands of sadness in the fine wind, so as not to face the death of the tombstones, the empty space of the ghost of lamentation and infinite self-reproach, carrying a ball of the heart of the cold in the wind wailed and circled.

Ⅳ to "my story" as the theme, write a composition, more than 400 words

My story Childhood is like a treasure box, filled with colorful stones, each stone is recorded

your childhood memories, of course, I am no exception!

It happened in my childhood when I was more than 5 years old. At that time, out of love and curiosity, I bought two chicks and kept them at home.

My mom bought me two chicks for two dollars. The two chicks were very cute, their little heads were hanging down on their fat bodies, and their golden-colored fluffy feathers were very comfortable to touch!

One day, I was lying on the floor of the house, staring at the two chicks. At this time, I had a sudden thought: ducklings can swim, chickens and ducks look so much like, chickens must also be able to swim! So, I moved a basin of water, ready to teach the chickens to swim.

I clumsily caught the chicks into the basin. Oh, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to teach them to swim! Right, it seems like you should do a warm-up exercise before swimming. So I put the chickens on the ground, took a piece of wire, and let them "jump rope"! After about ten minutes of exercise, I put the chicks into the pot. Look, see the two little guys into the water on the fluttering, so that I have a face of water. I was furious and caught the two little guys and taught them a lesson. With patience, I grabbed the chicks by their two little feet and said to them in an impatient tone, "Watch this, I'm only going to teach you once!" I grabbed the two little feet and stretched them out to the sides, " This is called 'breaststroke', get it?" I yelled at them. After I finished teaching them, I put them in the water and let them practice on their own for a while, and then they went to play on their own.

About ten minutes later, I came to the basin, see the two chicks frozen straight shivering, I thought: anyway, there is still plenty of time, as well as, today even. So I took a small towel, gave them a wipe, put them back to the nest ......

The next day, I got up early to see the chickens. Came to the chicken nest, only to see two chicks lying on the ground, motionless. I rushed to my mom and asked her what happened to the chickens, mom looked at them and said: "dead" I was stunned, and then bawled. Mom asked me in confusion, "What did you do to the chickens?" With a sobbing voice, I said, "Yesterday I gave them a little millet and told them to swim for a while." "What, teach the chicks to ..... Swim ........ Swim!" Mom 🙂 Laughed out loud. I whispered, "Just for a little while!" "Looks like the chick is 'dead in the water'!" Mom sighed.

The "silly things" of childhood are still funny. But laugh at the same time, more chickens feel sad about the death.

Ⅳ to write a 500-word essay on the topic of the story of books and me

Bacon said: "Reading gives pleasure, gives honor, and gives talent."

I vaguely remember, when I was very young, my mom came back from work every day, always hold me in her lap, holding a storybook, one by one to me. I would always sit quietly and listen with great interest, as if I were in the world depicted in the book. I would clap my hands vigorously when my mother told me something wonderful, and at that moment, she would always look at me with relief ......

When I was in the second grade, I had my first book of my own words -- 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. That night, I was concentrating on my homework. When my mom handed me a book, I looked at the cover and saw a mysterious picture: a Frankenstein's monster wearing glasses, sitting in a strange fish-shaped boat, laughing. Several grouper, covered with colorful stripes, were swimming around the strange boat, seemingly surveying the uninvited guests who had intruded into their world. I was immediately captivated by it, and immediately grabbed the book from my mom's hand and immediately opened it to read it. What do you care about homework, put it aside first. The strange fish in the book, the brave and witty Captain Nemo, at this time has become my everything. I don't know how long it took, I suddenly heard my mom's call, "Cinnabar, have you finished your homework." , Until then, I remembered that the homework was not finished, and after hurriedly making up the homework, I secretly brought the book to the quilt. The night is deep, the home is quiet. I gently opened the book again, and the book with Captain Nemo continue to swim in the wonderful world under the sea ......

When I woke up the next day, I found that the book was still held firmly on my chest. For the next few weeks, that book accompanied me to school during the day and to bed at night. He literally became part of my life.

The book accompanied me through the happy time! Books will become my lifelong friends!

Ⅵ Please write an essay on the topic of "Memory Story"

Finally, I waited for another appointment with June, and the summer heat came, and it was disgustingly hot and humid. However, today, but the cool breeze, or because they want to leave this school, the wind has become a little sad, a little melancholy ......

Finally, about to enter a new junior high school, I'm all of this, are half happy, half sad, really do not want to leave, this hosted my childhood naivety and fantasy of the school; really I don't want to leave, this former school full of laughter; I really don't want to leave, this school soaked with my sweat for five years. All of them have become reluctant to leave, waving goodbye, thank you for your support over the past five years! Waving a handkerchief to you, holding back no tears.

"Goodbye," that tired smile, rippling in the face, is the last words I said to you, rippling in the years, long gone.

I rose to a new junior high school, met a new teacher, met many new friends, they are my honey friend, the relationship is very good, but, perhaps because in the memory, always stayed in a legend, perhaps because in the crowd, more than a glance at you, the heart always stayed in that you once occupied the empty space.

My heart is very clear, there is no one more clear than me, I miss, and more miss! I miss the time when our small fan shaking lightly, that is the carving knife, carved in the wheel of time.

Remember, our running majesty, that we are shouting to youth, chasing youth, open arms, that is the never-ending pursuit! Still remember, our figure of the writing, always lonely protruding in the night, the tip of the pen rustling, that is the hope of the dream! Remember, our chattering words, is a round of warm sun, shining in your heart and mine, drive away the haze in the heart, enjoying the baptism of joy ......

However, at this moment, only turned into those few thin memories, dusty under the falling dust, buried. All the memories, are cohesive into a small fragment, in the mind keep flashing, will always laugh out loud, is to our childhood that naive and childish behavior, the exclamation shown!

Perhaps, only really leave this school, to truly understand the pain of this parting, bitter, like a grapefruit. At this point, all the memories, are condensed together, that is all the expectations of my five years! Loaded in the memory box, with a beautiful frame mounted, that is our collective graduation photo, so that all our memories, condensed together! The final condensation, that beautiful picture scroll! It is a review of all our memories!

All the memories, condensed together, in the river of years, floating

Ⅶ to grow up the story of the topic of writing an 800-word essay

The clock ticked, I know that my life was flowing at that time." Time passes by minute by minute, accomplishing our more and more mature body and more and more intelligent wisdom. Each slice of life adds up to the journey of our growth. To savor what we have passed and are passing is to savor our lives. That one story that happens around us is the story of growth in our life, our life is full of rising sunshine.

The stories of growing up are like stars in the sky, and some of them flow away like the yellow river water, but one more thing is y imprinted in my mind.

Open the door of memory and recall that incident. One fall when I was 13 years old. One day, I got up early, because today is my birthday! After breakfast, I went to school. On the way to school, some people who knew me asked, "Why are you so happy today? Have you eaten pistachio?" I replied: "No ah, is today's weather is good, the mood is naturally also good!" When I got to school, I happily finished my morning reading. At the end of class, my classmates came over and said, "Happy Birthday!" I was so happy! They even gave me a present! I spent the day in a happy mood. When I got home, I inadvertently saw a cake on the table. Without waiting for me to ask, Grandma snatched the words out of my mouth, "Look, for your birthday, your father even bought you a cake." So excited! Dad even prepared a cake for me. In the evening, our family got together and had a birthday party for me.The cake with candles was placed on the table, and the faint candlelight let me see the strands of silver on my mom and dad's head. Mom and Dad are getting old, they have paid a lot of effort for me ah, before I was capricious , now I finally read the love of parents. From now on, I won't make my parents angry. "Tingting, it's time to make a wish." Mom's words brought me back to reality. With tears in my eyes, I made a wish, (This wish will not be told to you for now, keep it a secret!) After that, I blew out the candles and started cutting the cake. Time passed so fast, the clock was already pointing to 10 o'clock, we had to clear the table. After clearing the table, I reluctantly went to bed. Life is not all smooth, "everything goes well", "smooth sailing" these auspicious words can not be realized, but the people of the good life symbol. Life is not smooth, those who can not withstand the trials and tribulations will not reach the end of the success.

As we grow older and taller, our worries come with us. They gang up and come together to disrupt our lives.

We are now middle school students, the subject is also with the need for knowledge in the increase, homework is also busy rushing to come together. Need to do homework like an invisible mountain pressing us, especially when it comes to the exams, homework lest be left behind by others, are desperate to learn. The next day are wearing dark circles to go to school, the class is almost a rare animal institute, one by one students are almost a national treasure. Alas, when can homework be reduced? I look forward to, look forward to...

Life is full of sunshine, full of flavors like the bottle, life is also full of hardships and trials, let us and colorful life story, go forward and finish the journey of life.

Ⅷ to what the story as the subject of writing a composition four hundred words

I remember when I was learning to speak, every night before going to bed, my father always taught me to read a few lines of ancient poetry, but by the next day they had forgotten all about it. At that time, I felt that the old poems were just not as good as the children's songs and rhymes. To say that in my memory can leave a little good impression, maybe it is in kindergarten, once listening to the teacher while reading "goose, goose, goose, curved neck to the sky song ......'' while learning the goose swimming appearance, amusing the children to laugh. I was so amused that the children laughed out loud. At that time, I realized that the ancient poems turned out to be quite interesting.

Now that I'm in elementary school, I'm listening to my teacher talk about "the light of the moon in front of the bed, which is suspected to be the frost on the ground" and "being alone in a foreign land is a foreign guest, and I miss my family twice as much during the festivals. ...I also got to know many famous poets such as Li Bai, Lu You and Wang Anshi. Now, I have learned many ancient poems. I marvel at the art of mastering ancient poems. "The sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, and the spring river water is as green as blue," Bai Juyi said in a simple way. I remembered that once last year, the school had organized a spring tour, and under the leadership of the teacher, we set off early in the morning. The sun has just poked its head out, the roadside grass still contains crystal clear dewdrops, birds jumping happily in the trees, flowers unfolding smile, a group of small bees also began to busy up. Looking at this scene of spring, the teacher asked each student to say a verse in praise of spring. "Spring sleeps without waking up, everywhere smells the crowing birds", "The grass grows and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with the smoke of the village"...... everyone said one sentence after another. Simple words will be a picture of the beauty of the south of the river in front of me; there is also a time, I play with a few partners in the game of brain teasers, I cleverly came up with a title: what disk hanging in the sky? "Flying saucer in the air" "Tiangong No. 1," the partners rushed to answer. "Not also, not also, is the moon also." I pretended to be deep and shook my head and said: "Li Bai has a poem 'hours do not know the moon, called as a white jade disk'". After listening to my explanation, all of them seem to suddenly realize, convinced nodded, and let me secretly proud of a time.

These are some of my little stories and ancient poetry. I love ancient poetry, I know that my exploration of the profound culture of the motherland has just begun, she will accompany me to grow up healthily and happily ......

Ⅸ . Take the title of the __________ story,write a composition. No less than 600 words.

Eating stones as sugar thought there was a kind of sugar like stones at that time

Example essay

My childhood is colorful, and the interesting things that happened in my childhood are as numerous as the stars in the sky. The brightest and most dazzling of them is still that one.

At that time, a Sunday noon, mom was already asleep. At that time I was only four years old, nothing fun, blindly in the room, somehow came to the mirror. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! In front of how there is a face to face and I look like the same "people"? I do not touch okay, a touch shock, the "person" is flat, and also reached out as if to touch me. I quickly took a few steps back. How dare you learn from me, let's see how I deal with you. I swung my palm, the "man" also swung his palm, I hit, the "man" also hit, yo, strange pain. I can be scared, and flat and will move, but also learn me, but also can hit people, bad, must be a monster. I hurriedly three and two steps, came to my mother's bed, a hand pulling my mother's hand, called: "Mom, there is a strange thing over there, he also hit me." My mom magically asked me what it was, but I pulled my mom to the mirror with all my might. Weird, how come there is another monster, I hurriedly hid behind my mom and couldn't help but start shaking. Mom took a look and laughed, I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at? Aren't you afraid of it?" Mom turned to me and said, "It's a mirror, it's not a monster at all, look." I only saw my mom swaying left and right, and the person in the mirror swaying left and right. After my mother's speech, I realized that the original mirror can be "printed" into the mirror, people can see their own shadow. No wonder *** what, it also do it!

Now whenever I think back to this incident, still will laugh out loud!

What is childhood? It is the cicadas on the tree, the frogs in the water, the short song of the shepherd's flute, the partner's hide ........ In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I colorfully recalled the anecdotes of my childhood, my face always flooded ware a rosy glow. After all, that past is like the sound of gurgling water in my heart, once burst is so gushing ........

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's home, grandmother is living in the countryside, so there are many people there from this village to that village when riding a horse to go, I see very envious, also want to ride a horse to try, but the back of the horse is too high, I can't go up, I was trying to find a way to go up, I happen to see my grandmother in the pig feeder, I feel that the pig is small, go up easily, see the grandmother after feeding the pig! As soon as I entered the house, I went up to the pig's nest and opened the door, then I went in and chose a pig to ride on and then ran out of the house. When my grandmother saw it, she rushed out and called me, and when I saw my grandmother, I tried to stop the pig, but I couldn't stop it. The pig ran into the grandmother's vegetable garden, which cucumbers, persimmons ....... All the pig stepped off, I was also fruit tree branches scraped hands, belly, this time the grandmother can catch the pig, the grandmother drove the pig into the nest, said I was too naughty, even the pig also dare to ride.

Another time was when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle. At that time I was not very good at riding, I rode my bike with my mom to play in the square, where there was a lot of space. I rode my bike there, and the faster I rode, the faster I rode, and suddenly I saw an adult riding his bike from the front, and because I rode too fast, I couldn't brake, and I was about to crash, and my mom was calling me, and I thought, "If I crash, I'll get hurt, and I don't know how to ride very well, and if I turn over and fall down, what should I do?" I didn't know what to do. At this time I suddenly thought: "jump off the car, surely nothing" I jumped off the car, I was not hurt, but my car and the man to the collision.

Whenever I remember these, I always "giggle" and laugh so sweetly, so brightly. It's as if all the soulful memories of the past have come back to haunt me. I continue to think about the youthful years like poetry, dream season ...... I think, childhood is a tree without the wheel of the year, never old, never disappear ......

Childhood is wonderful. Childhood happened in the past, although more or less with childish, but innocent, every time I think of how much is nostalgic and unforgettable.

I was eight years old. At that time, I was living in my hometown in the countryside, one day my uncle let me go up the mountain with him to cut firewood, I was very happy, then went with. I was very happy and went along. When I reached the halfway point of the mountain, my uncle suddenly stopped, and I looked around, wondering what was going on. I saw my uncle looking up at the branches of a tree, and when I looked in that direction, it turned out to be a dark mass! I thought it was an ants' nest! So I went over and asked for clarification. My uncle told me that it was not an ant's nest, but a bee's nest, and the bee pupae in the nest were edible! After that, he asked me to help him find some dead branches, I picked some for him, and he tied all the dead branches I picked with a rope to one end of a stick, and then took out a match and lit it, he wanted to burn the beehive! He told me to find a place to hide, and then slowly moved the stick with the lit branches to the dark bee cluster, the bees "buzzed" and flew around in circles, my uncle took the opportunity to take down the honeycomb, and then kept picking things out of the honeycomb to eat, which was probably what he called "bee pupa! The one he called "bee pupa"! Seeing how he was eating it, I thought it must taste good! I ran over to him and wanted to share it with him. After all, I was helping to pick the branches! But my uncle said, "Kids can't eat them, they'll grow bees! Only adults can eat it!" I thought to myself, "I'm sure it's too good to eat, and my uncle is just being petty! In that case, I'll find a way to eat it myself and not compete with him! As if he could read my mind, he advised me not to touch the beehive by myself, as it would be very dangerous! I didn't think so much about it at the time, I just wanted to taste the bee pupa.

I went back and immediately "called" my buddies to tell them how to eat bee pupae, and they all swallowed their mouths! So we decided to go on a secret mission to find a beehive and eat the bee pupae! We found some sticks, branches and matches and set off, looking up the mountain, but after half a day we couldn't find a beehive, so we were all very disappointed and downhearted. At this time, I found a small bee, I thought, if there is a bee, there must be a beehive, follow it back to know! So we followed that little bee carefully all the way back, and after searching for a long time, to my surprise, I really guessed it, and we found their nest! My friends were so happy that they were all dancing around. I was a bit worried at first because I remembered my uncle's warning, but when I thought of my uncle eating the bee pupa, my mouth watered and I disregarded everything. I was so excited that I forgot to light the fire and poked a stick directly into the hive, which I immediately regretted, as the bees inside came out with a buzz, and a bee aimed directly at my nose and stung me, causing a sharp pain: "Run! I screamed, and my friends cried out in fear and ran for their lives. But it was too late, the bees seemed to be enraged and swarmed around us, everyone got stung on their hands, feet and faces, crying and shouting. Until finally, our parents arrived, and several of us were admitted to the hospital ......

After that, I never dared to take my own initiative to take my mates on an adventure, and I also learned the truth that it is wisest to listen to the advice of adults when you still know little, or else it is always you who will suffer.

Ⅹ to the story of light time as the topic of writing a composition

gently you go, as you gently come, but you are not to come without a shadow to go without a trace, you bring millions of changes in our lives, this is your immovable force, sometimes we ask again you really go?

Life dozens of years, a snap of the fingers. Once we were smiling every moment, surrounded by joy. In the spring, we rolled in the grass, flying kites. In the summer, we rowed in the blue waves of the lake. In the fall, we go to the woods to collect beautiful leaves for specimens. In winter, we went to watch the waxberry and learn its qualities. At that time, we were carefree and played to our heart's content. Now, we are more mature, less naive, more cautious, less reckless, more hardworking, less lazy. When all the lights go out, we are still buried under the light and study hard. Until late at night, we dragged the tired body lying in bed, quietly thinking about tomorrow, not in the confusion, decadence. At this time we realize that young people are easy to learn, old age is difficult, an inch of time is not light. We do not want to come to regret before saying, "young and strong do not try, the old man sad." At this time we are also happy, happy. Just more than a trace of hard work.

Song Qingling said: "China is a sleeping lion, but it will not sleep forever, one day, its roar will shock the world." Today, her words are verified. China used to be backward, and being bullied by foreign countries was a regular occurrence. In the past, China was also closed-minded and did not know how to cooperate with other countries. Now China, the sleeping lion, has woken up and jumped to become an international with advanced technology, economic prosperity, enhanced comprehensive national strength and elevated international status. What is changing it? It is time!