The article describing a "story" should be closely related to its different perspectives of different experiences, to retell the story, but also to point out the significance of the story. Choose the object of life can be relatives, friends, classmates, teachers, etc., everyone has their own stories, I believe that we understand the stories of others and review their own growing up experience, there are many feelings. This time, let's choose a story that touches you the most, write your own feelings, can be a personal experience, but also can be found in the book.
The following I wrote three to "what story" as the title of the composition, for your reference! The story of us Essay 1Time flies like an arrow, time flies like a shuttle. Now I am a graduate, spent six years on campus. And every time I think of everything that happened in this big family, can not help but condense tears and smiles, this is how it is us, there is such a story.
Perhaps in this fickle, materialistic world, the stories that can move us have become fewer and fewer, but we always believe that they exist. Maybe it's a greeting to a teacher, maybe it's picking up the garbage on the path, or maybe it's a sincere "sorry" when you bump into someone. Who needs to be touched by the world, just a heartfelt smile, a warm greeting, enough. I will always remember the bright lights of the teacher's office window, perhaps through the glass, you can also see the scene of their work. A red pen mark on the workbook is their heart and blood condensed, the classroom of each phrase is the result of their countless times to prepare for the study of the results. Perhaps there are countless people complaining about the hard work of their own learning, but never thought of our teachers, they may have paid more than us.
Teachers are like our second parents, when we are growing up on the road toddling, they reach out, let us walk a smooth step, to the brighter front. How can we not be touched by such teachers? I will always remember my classmates' concern and instructions, and our daily companionship, like companions, more like relatives. Maybe it is running 800 meters when the physical strength is weak gently a "cheer", maybe it is a stomachache to help me to the infirmary of a pair of strong arm, maybe it is the sports games competition together with shouting madness. We may quarrel, but do not need a morning and make up, because we understand each other, who has a heart? I can not leave you guys. The English teacher's birthday, the whole class celebrated for her. When you all shouted "Happy Birthday", it was as if I saw a warm and spring-like paradise. At this moment, our hearts are so tightly connected that we can't be separated by the so-called class separation. Some things are worth remembering for a lifetime.
How can we not be touched by such a classmate? In this campus of birds and flowers, we do not have a shocking touching story, but because of you, let me have a reason to be sad and tearful when separated. Can't let go of the teacher's earnest instructions, can't let go of the classmates' cut care, we meet in the campus, is the most legendary story. You guys made me believe that some things are not driven by utilitarianism, and some things are valuable and non-exchangeable.
In this campus, I don't need to look for any touching stories. Because there are you, is the most touching story, our story.
Growing Up Story Essay 2I walk on this familiar path, only the warmth that once surrounded me is not there anymore. Once upon a time, I loved to eat dinner early in the summer evening, reflecting the pink sunshine, the family walked on the path along the river. I vaguely remember that there were a lot of trees along the roadside that would bear a kind of fruit like small cherries, tart and sweet, red and round and very nice to look at.
I was the shortest of the family and could not reach the branches. So as soon as I thought of the red, tantalizing fruit on the branch above me, I looked up and stared straight at my grandmother with a pleading look -- the fruit she picked was the biggest and sweetest of all. Of course, Grandma always understood what her little granddaughter meant, and pulled the branch down, and a handful of round fruits were handed to me. I would look at those little fruits in my hand with satisfaction, one fat and round, like a child lying on my warm palm, and a sweet smile seemed to hang on my flushed cheeks.
Sometimes, my father would use his wide palm to pick a handful of small fruits and give them to my sister and me. Dad was the tallest and naturally picked the most fruit, but he didn't allow me to eat too much, saying that eating too much at night was bad for the stomach ...... I would sometimes grab the fruit with my sister. Mom likes to walk beside us, chatting and laughing with us and watching us eat. The wine-red edges of the setting sun are getting smaller, and the evening sun is migrating to the west, a road while walking and picking, and picking and eating, time seems to pass very slowly in this cozy laughter.
The fruit trees are slowly growing taller and taller, and I'm getting older. I don't know where I heard that the little unknown fruit is actually called apricot, but how can I call it not smooth. Sometimes in the spring, looking at the tree full of fruit, I will also go to pick a few - of course, I grew taller, and will not be as before that can not reach the branches of the tree. However, the fruit that I have not eaten for a long time, there is no former nostalgic flavor, not in the sweet and sour delicious, but a bitter taste.
That's right, I'm really tall, so I don't have to let my aging grandmother pick the fruit for me anymore, I don't have to wait for my dad to hand me the fruit, I don't have to snatch my sister's fruit, and I don't have to go out all the time in my mom's company. Because I'm growing up, I can't rely on my relatives all the time, and I have to learn to do things on my own. But I know that no matter how big I grow, no matter how tall I get, that family of five will always have a strong attachment.
I'm on my way, and although growing up has taken away too much, home will always be my harbor.
My story with classmates essay threeFriendship is two hearts, sincerely treat each other, rather than a heart, a heart to a heart of knocking, in the learning career, you will know a lot of classmates, so that your learning career has become rich and colorful, among them also happened a number of things, and my ex-desk is one of the first, originally, I have nothing to do with him, but because of one thing, so that we have become friends.
Remember that time it was the turn of our group to clean the sanitation area, so I rushed to school early in the morning, just to be able to clean the sanitation area early, early to return to the classroom, a came to the classroom, I went straight to the place to put the garbage shovels, the left hand holding seven broom, the right hand holding two garbage shovels change straight to the sanitation area, but when I was downstairs to the downstairs to the halfway mark, I feel the whole body trembling ah, bad a broom to be from the bottom of my head, I'm not sure if I can do it, but I can't do it. Not good a broom to slip out of my hands, thought finished, this time to do ah? I thought, "What are we going to do now?" It was just a matter of dropping it, but my hands were full, so how was I going to pick it up? I was just about to let go of the garbage shovel, to pick up a broom, and suddenly a hand appeared in front of me with my hand to see, Ao, it turned out to be our classmates Rui Xiaorui.
I thought to myself that although I was with him at the front and back tables. But usually I do not interact with him much ah, we are not familiar ah, how? Is he going to help me pick up the broom? I saw him pick up the broom without hesitation, and took all the broom from my hands, and a garbage shovel, said I help you take the broom with the garbage shovel to the health area, I looked down behind him, thought eh not right ah, he was going to the classroom morning reading, and even the bag has not been put on the right, halfway to meet me, with me with the tools to go to the sanitation area, I called him, said: your bag is not yet put on the classroom it, but He ran all the way wildly, did not even hear, I also exhausted all my strength to catch up with him, gasping for breath to say to him, your bag has not been put on the classroom, he turned his head, and then the head of the classroom to me, said, heh look at this brain, the first thing to forget, but it's okay, wait until the end of the cleaning of the sanitation area, in the back of a together to go not just good! I nodded my head but on second thought said ha, you mean are you going to stay and clean the sanitation area with our group as well? He nodded at me and said yeah, what? Can't you? Looking at her puzzled look, I smiled at him and said, "Why not? I can't thank you enough, Rui, which picked up the broom and swept the floor.
Although our classroom sanitation area is only the size of a palm, but the petals of flowers and small fruits on the trees dry as soon as the sweeping is done the wind blows, it will be clattering down to the ground again with his help, we finished five times faster than before, I can not help but admire him from the bottom of my heart.
After this incident, we have more words with each other, gradually familiar with the study of the difficulties encountered, will also help each other, it became my good friend, perhaps this is the real friendship!