Everyone has their own story, each story is a life experience that will make us grow, the following is my story excellent essay, welcome to read!
My story excellent essay 1
When I was a child, I was a lively girl, because my parents were busy at work, put me in the kindergarten early.
The kindergarten teacher was nice to everyone at first. Gradually, she realized that I was not very talkative, so she always asked me to speak in class. The teacher didn't even talk about the problem at that time, but all the other kids knew that their parents had told them about it. My parents were too busy with their work to care about my studies, and I didn't know anything, my mind was blank. I was a stranger to everything at school and my grades were poor. Teachers also started to hate my non-verbal personality. So they always laughed at me in front of the kids for being stupid and silly. After class, the kids would point their noses at me and call me "stupid". I don't know who said that stupidity is contagious, so even my best friends distanced themselves. I was very lonely, in the school was ridiculed, and at home and no one to teach me to learn, I seem to have a piece of the shadow of the heart.
Still clearly remember a math test in the first grade of elementary school, I got a blood-red 65 points, the teacher called my parents to come to school, my parents scolded me in front of the teacher, beat me, while I heard the laughter of my classmates ...... I despaired, and completely into the darkness of the mind. I feel very hard in my heart, very depressed, very low self-esteem, no one in the world to understand me, no one is good to me ......
Until another teacher ridiculed me, I was angry, but did not show it, but I vowed to work hard to show them. I studied hard, I worked hard on my homework, I studied hard on my revision ...... Until the third grade of elementary school, there was a new teacher, he assigned me to be a group leader, I was very happy, and I worked harder, from the small group leader to the subject representative, to the vice squadron leader, to the flag bearer, to the study committee member ......
This is me, a small gravel, is trying to transform towards the direction of the pearl. Because I remembered Mr. Lu Xun's words - unsatisfied is the upward wheel.
My story excellent essay 2A gust of wind has disrupted my thoughts. Outside the window, the fallen leaves have long since drifted to the ground. This time, but not this place. That war without smoke, still hovering in my mind ......
I. Cold windows and hard work, only for the flower of the dream
Pick up a fallen leaf with your hand, the autumn wind is soughing, blowing slanting the fallen leaves, and even more blowing messed up my heart.
The story began in the second semester of sixth grade! At that time, I was about to face, is the flower of my childhood dream - the primary school grades. It was a testament to my learning achievements in elementary school and my hard work through cold windows. I had a dream sprouting in my heart - I must get to the top 5 in my class.
But truth be told, my state of affairs was average, making myself feel inferior. The usual test can only take a more than 80 points, up to 90 capped. I can't help but worry about whether the buds of this dream can grow up and blossom into a beautiful flower.
Only half a year. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to try. In doubt, I seem to have found that bright exit, and then stepped toward it. Sure enough, in half a year's time, I pick the light to read at night, listen carefully to the teacher's content, the grades soared, in the final final exam, jumped into the top three in the class. How long have you been looking forward to this? How many times have you thought about the bloom ah!
"Yes, Hou Xiang, you can!" That afternoon when you walked out of school, you secretly pumped. The trees in the middle of summer, fluffy as a mass of weeds, my mind is the same. Tomorrow, it is a war without smoke.
Second, the edge of the dream, but I wandered
On the road, it was felt that the students rushed to the test in the air to bring the smell of smoke, not to be underestimated. The heart can not help but also nervous, do not know how, there is also a layer of fine beads of sweat on the forehead. "Dream flower, my dream flower ......"
I don't want to think about these, I walked quickly into the examination room. The black crowd made me a little dizzy, and the noise was full of gunpowder flavor. I am a person who is anxious, this time the heart can not help but play a small drum: my dream flower,? My dream flower can really bloom? In this, I can be among a narrow position? Realize the dream of today, I have doubts, as if in the bright exit, constantly wandering, do not know whether to take this step.
Sitting on the seat of the examination room, I closed my eyes, trying to organize my thoughts. I want to throw the chaos to one side and concentrate on the test. But the more I thought about it, the more disorganized I became. A scene after a scene of effort, a scene after a scene of hard work. What is it for after all? Isn't it for the flower of my dream? "Ding l00 ......" the moment of the bell, the belief in the heart has also been set, to the bright exit took a big step.
Today, the realization of the dream of today, I struggle in the sea of questions, picking up one answer after another, racking my brain, writing, just for a belief - bloom the flower of the dream ......
three, I'd like to think that the dream is complete and look forward to tomorrow
That day, the heavy hearted me holding the report card at the intersection stopped for a long time. Lift your head, the heart is ultimately a lot of feelings - no smoke and peace leisurely in the sky, really beautiful! The mood eventually returned to reward the flower of the dream successfully blossomed. Think of half a year's pay to get a harvest, the heart of the sweet, but still vaguely sour and tearful mixed.
The memories of the junior high school are wonderful and exciting. It is a perfect period in my life and a summary of experience. In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed, and when I think of that past, my blood still boils. Yes, middle school is a higher step. A bigger flower of dreams is still waiting for me to pick. My junior high school ancient poetry, in fact, this is only, quietly began ......
My story excellent essay 3Small town more stories, small town story flavor.
A chance encounter, perhaps touching the earth's right and wrong; an unintentional look back, perhaps involving a Qiong Yao-style lingering story.
Numerous golden needles and silver threads of sunshine sprinkled on the luxuriant sycamore tree, sycamore tree next to a silo, the silo floated out of a section of the hard erhu sound, a boy in front of an old man was trying to "saw" a section of the erhu, and that, is me.
The encounter with the erhu is absolutely a coincidence, more can be said that the family order is difficult to disobey, so there is "to learn from the master", there is "the old broken strings" ......
The first time I walked into the old man's home, I still have a vision of a better future. Sycamore, windows, murals, everything is reflected so harmoniously, the cultural charm from the heart rising. However, after nearly a few hours of rainy instruction, I was pushed into a bottomless abyss. The postures were practiced, the bow was pushed and pulled, over and over again, endlessly. Every weekend morning, passersby would hear a melodious musical sound, followed by a melodic but harsh noise. The former is the teacher, the latter is me.
At the same time, I often look at the sycamore tree outside the window and fantasize about how wonderful it is outside at this time.
Practice gradually spread to the home. My parents chased me around the room with an erhu. My good times were thus filled with erhu. So I tried to find ways to kill time, and I don't know how many brain cells I sacrificed then. My parents marveled at how fast the water in the teapot was running low, while at the same time, the light in the bathroom stayed on all day and all night. Then I pretended to be so mesmerized that I dropped the erhu on the floor on purpose without looking. But after all, it is more than five hundred things, the quality is surprisingly good, broken a string is just so. But just when my erhu was going nowhere, my dad's erhu repair skills skyrocketed. So much so, that he is still eager to get a national certificate of erhu repairer, and it would be even better if he won a Nobel Prize for erhu repair. At that time, he was surrounded by a group of gossip reporters, and I, below, for him to dedicate a still unskilled "school song".
My story with the erhu thus punctuated every beat of life, joyful and sad. In the days of learning erhu, I always wandered between two points, home, silo, silo, home ...... But, in the end, I gave up, without any reason. That night, the old gentleman looked at me with a deep gaze, and then, with those trembling hands, he pulled the last tune for me, "Two Fountains Reflecting the Moon". His eyes were slightly closed and his body rose and fell with the music. At that moment, I vaguely remembered something, but it was too late. I carried the box, quietly out of the silo, looked back at the moon fuzzy sycamore, then hurriedly disappeared in the night ......
I, with the erhu story came to an abrupt end, as if a piece of music not drawn on the rest.
Now, three years have passed by in a hurry. But, whether in the hustle and bustle of the city, or quiet alleys, I always seem to be able to hear the sound of the erhu, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low, and sometimes in the clouds, and sometimes flowing under the water. The sound of that zither, which never dies, seems to be slowly telling my story ......
My Story Excellent Essay 4My story is like the stars in the sky, the seashells on the beach, the past, the present, the happy, the sad, the funny, the serious, the mundane, the bizarre... ...Now, for a hilarious story.
In the fourth grade of elementary school in the middle of the day, everyone was doing their homework, so quiet that even a pin drop on the ground can be heard. I pick the eraser, found behind me Xiao Ming shoelace loose, a plan on the mind, I do not panic to pick up the eraser, put it on the corner of the table, I looked around, everyone is doing homework seriously, then elbow touch, the eraser seems to be quite a spirit, really ran to his feet, I just want to reach out to touch, his feet seem to have eyes, moved a little bit, I see that there is no attention to me, reach out and quickly put the two shoelaces tied together, thinking: this moment will have a good show. I picked up the eraser as if nothing had happened and buried my head to do my homework, but I couldn't help but laugh in my heart. A short while later, he spat out a breath, pick up the book to hand in, two legs although stretched out, but seems to be what is mixed down, fell forward, although he used his hands to support the table on both sides, but still fell to the ground. At once the quiet classroom exploded, the students laughed. I laughed along with them, and someone made a comment, "His shoelaces were tied by someone." The laughter got louder, Xiao Ming suddenly turned his face around as if he thought of something, the angry eyes were indeed scary, I quickly said, "It wasn't me." He said, "It's not you." I thought he would fight, but surprisingly he went back to his seat, and the storm passed.
When I had to turn in my homework, I fell, just like he did, but I tripped over the foot of the table, and everyone laughed again. I suddenly flashed in my head, "Good is rewarded, evil is rewarded, it is not unrewarded, the time has not yet come, the time has come, all the reward". The first thing I want to do is to get a good deal of money from the government, and I want to do it!
I don't know how, but I'm very timid. I'm usually scared when I see bugs, cockroaches, rats, and so on, so I'm always looking for a chance to work on my guts.
The opportunity came, that time on the weekend, I have to go to the teacher's house at night to practice the piano, this is not a good opportunity? It was a good opportunity to get some exercise. After my 'a lot of softly coerced, mom "forced" to agree, I was excited in my mother's thousands of instructions out of the house.
The teacher's house is very remote, the road is not even a street lamp, only the stars in the sky in the mischievous blinking. Roadside trees stretching strange branches hiding in the shadows, living like a claws and teeth of the devil, just at this time, the horror of the movie scenes and the devil are in my mind, I walked forward with fear and trepidation. Except for the sound of crickets, everything was quiet. No, why was there a "hooting and hollering" sound? I slowly, slowly raised my head, could not help but "ah" scream, how can I see a, a female ghost in front of me? "Her" clothes with the wind in the floating, hanging on a branch, my ears seem to be a kind of sharp sound of laughter echoed, my hair dizzy, limbs soft, starry-eyed, scared almost get down and do not move. Huh, this ghost how half a day did not float over? Could it be ......? I quickly walked to the "ghost" front, ha, it was a white sheet! I am particularly angry, a pull down the abominable white sheet, and then violently stepped on a few feet, angrily left, behind as if there is someone in the call: "Hey, who stepped on my white sheet?" ......
I continued to walk forward, walking, suddenly found a black shadow in front of me, about a meter long, I thought: do not be a dog ah, because usually I am most afraid of dogs. As soon as I saw the dog, I hid behind my mom, too scared to move. But now my mom is not here, where can I hide? I had to look at the thing with wide eyes and slowly
move my feet forward. It was a coincidence that the thing was a wolf dog, looking around. Suddenly, it focused its eyes on me, staring at two big eyes, showing its teeth, sticking out its red tongue, as if it wanted to eat me. I quickly stopped, my heart like a rabbit in the heart "boom" straight jump, legs weak, almost down, the upper and lower incisors can not help but shivering fight. I wanted to run home again, but then I thought, "No, I'll run home whenever I'm in trouble, how can I do that? I have to find a way to deal with it. So, I turned around, without slanting my eyes, a picture of nothing happened, slowly, slowly walk forward, but still can't help but stare at the dog with the rest of my eyes, and in my heart, I said one after another, "Don't ...... don't ...... millions don't come over! ." Also strange, the dog saw me ignore it, and not afraid of it, even ran away.
The stars in the sky are still so mischievous, the surrounding is still so silent, the roadside trees are still stretched out horrible branches, a wind over the "clattering" sound, they shook left and right, as if laughing at me timid, I can not help but feel for themselves and sweat. Through this storm, I have a lot of guts, confidently walk forward ......
This incident will always be printed in my mind, because it is my first step towards independence.
Under the sun, if you see a girl swaying to the beat of the music; if you see a girl whose facial muscles are tense but who is still trying her best to stretch her limbs; if you see a girl with fine beads of sweat hanging on her head, and her clothes are so wet that you can wring out the water, there is no need to guess - that's me.
I am very fat, overweight, running for a while to gasp, so my sports score is always at the bottom of the class. Whenever I go to gym class, I always press my face down and down, afraid of accidentally meeting the eyes of the gym teacher and sending me to do gym work.
Losing weight? That's a boring thing: you can not eat enough, but also have to exercise more, and the worst thing is that the moment you do not adhere to it, you will be fat again! Therefore, my weight loss career is like a marathon tug-of-war, fluctuating.
In our class there are a few street dance enthusiasts, their dance in my eyes this nameless little boy simply handsome! I often pretend to disdain their willful display, but secretly pretending not to glance quietly, I heart that itch ah!
The next day, I joined a jazz dance class.
I was excited to see my sisters dance, and I felt self-conscious, I'm so big, can I dance well? At this point, the master towards the stereo, changed a bird uncle new song "gentleman", this music drums are exceptionally sharp, the teacher said to take me to see my sense of music and body coordination. A round down, the master said, I'm very talented, I suddenly confidence increased, has jumped to try ......
Two months down, I walk posture changed, hands and feet changed, more importantly, the weight is also down. Originally it was just a hobby for jazz to get in touch with it, but I fell madly in love with it. He gave me confidence. I remember the old saying, "If you plant a flower, it won't live; if you don't plant a willow, it will become a shade." That person who once planted a willow must be as happy as I am now! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! They've all heard that I've grown up, and they're all coming to see me, and I don't want to make a fool of myself!
The plant, not necessarily suitable for every kind of soil, but there is always a kind of soil that allows it to grow the most vigorous. We are a group of children, we are different because of personal experience, so the heart of the dream is different, so the world is wonderful, have different dreams, create different values, write their own legend. In my storybook, I have added another "soul of the dance", which is something I am proud of.
In the process of growing up, there are many stories, and when we grow up, the things that happened when we were young become memories, good memories, and become the witnesses of our childhood.
From teeth to grow up, the process takes a long time, and our parents are the ones who vainly take care of us in the process. The first cry that tugs at a parent's heart and proves the existence of a little life. The first walk, taking our parents' hands and staggering to the house. The first time we spoke, catalyzed the tears of our parents, and we vocally called mom and dad.
Life is like a play, of course, the protagonist of the play is himself. At home, we are our parents' children. In school, we are the teacher's students. But we must play a good role as a son and a student. This is our task, but also must complete the task. In a play there are leading and supporting roles. So teachers, parents are supporting actors. And we are the supporting actors. Teachers and parents have paved the way for us, depending on how we walk this road, of course, their own life their own master.
When I was a child, singing in my father's arms, let my father tell me such and such a story, I always feel that my father has endless stories. There have also been scolded for not writing homework, the end result is their own good to write homework, but after all, mom is a mother, she has been in the cold winter to the school to give me a jacket, but also in my fever when I take good care of me, growing up, some of us, some rebellious, and often quarrel with their parents, hurt their hearts, but in my heart never hated them, after all, they are born and raised my parents, is the accompaniment of my side! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
At night, I imagined countless scenarios in which I would grow up, what I would do when I grew up, where I would work, and so on. In these imaginations, full of beautiful fantasies, no longer like hours like I want to become a Snow White like to find Prince Charming, like Cinderella like to wear a beautiful crystal shoes, like Little Red Riding Hood like to beat the Big Bad Wolf, but to think of some of the more realistic problems, of course, at the moment, do not need to think so far, just once in a while to think about it.
The fairy tale ending is often what people aspire to, but life can not always be smooth sailing, now we can only study hard to make the future a bright future, the future depends on us to create, can only say, cheers!
My story excellent essay 8That candy house mood diary, hidden under my pillow. Always want to gorgeous appearance, must be equipped with gorgeous text. Unfortunately, I am incapable, so I have to carefully record my every day with pens of various colors.
Page of Candy
It was July 2006, the sun shone on the earth, everything was smiling. But this July seemed so sad to me. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this. I had been looking forward to it day and night, but now I am sad to see it go. On the day of the graduation symposium, the school was merciful and bought candies of various colors. Plate by plate on the table, embellishing the hard rotten color of the table. Everyone has a big smile on their face, but I feel that there is always a little bit of false content. Everything is in order, first the teacher's speech, then classmates blessing, and then ......
Back home, back to their own little room. Suddenly like a great aggrieved, hidden in the bottom of the eyes of the spring violently gushed up. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this. When I looked at the old diary of the Dim Sum Workshop, in which I had recorded every detail of my past, I cried even harder. I buried my head in the pillow and cried for who knows how long. When I lifted my head, my eyes were hazy. Pick up the new diary, pick up the ten-color pen. I specially found a piece of paper with candy on it, very carefully, very hard to use the beautiful font Qian taught me to record today's events ...... After I finished writing, I was in a much better mood. Holding the diary. Suddenly I felt ridiculous, not crying at the symposium, but only when I went home, and cried so hard that I wet the diary paper. Candy, symposium, graduation.
Page of Balloons
October 2006. The week of science, technology, culture and sports, commonly known as the "Games", was opened. Every class has a tool in hand, there is no lack of balloons. Square formation stood, played the national anthem, the moment of the cannon. Suddenly, more than a hundred colorful balloons rose up in the air, colorful, really colorful. The balloons were flying. Looking at them, suddenly thought of once six (3), a year ago, once we are also working for the Games, cheerleaders desperately shouting, athletes desperately run, everything seems to be in front of us, but I can not touch. August reunion, we had also released 45 balloons in the square. Everyone made a promise to the balloon, made a wish, and watched the balloon fly into the blue sky. The corner of the eye crossed a tear, each saw, I gently wipe away.
Still the same diary, looking for a page with colorful balloons. As always, I wrote down my mood. Colorful balloons, you want to fly to where, fly to where? Six (3), where are you going to fly to, where are you going to fly to? Even if you fly to the end of the sky, I still have you in my heart. Balloons, Literary and Physical Education Week, Flashback.
Traveler's Page
Traveler, not me, a friend. Still 2006, August. On a random day, I was chatting with Van, and Van said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was surprised to learn that I didn't have to say anything when I left. The confusion continued until Teacher's Day. The three of us were supposed to go on a trip, but on that day, Liang called and asked if he wanted to go, and he said he couldn't, because I wasn't available. I didn't want that refusal to become a permanent regret. The next day, she left, only with a few people said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Looking at the graduation photo, looking at the beautiful face. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. We had agreed to go to middle school together and work hard together! The beautiful gone, there is no one with me to talk to, talk about the East God rise, talk about the small Ni Zi new book ...... from the diary to find a page, that is a girl carrying a large travel bag, face is the look of despondency. Write down the mood, write down the words in your heart, beautiful, are you traveling? Where are you? Be happy, be well, traveling is happy ah! The traveler, forlorn, remorseful.
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Afterword: I used up that diary very quickly, one page a day, very quickly. Each page of the diary contains my handwriting, and each page contains a little story! After junior high school, the heavy homework so that I don't have time to write it again, every day of mechanical and numbness also make me not in the mood to write, it is no longer as rich as before, no longer happy, no longer sad. I feel so sad that the diary is still hidden under my pillow, only that it has become a tool for dust and memories. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.