Ⅰ Ⅰ the story at the dinner table essay three hundred and fifty words
I have a habit of wolfing down my food, my mouth is like a funnel, always wasting something. When I eat, I leave the table when the bowl is not clean.
Just the year before last, I was a little leaky mouth when I ate, and my dad often criticized me for it. No, it was at this table that I made that mistake again.
I had just finished eating when Dad called me up again. "Son, how do you get the rice grains on the table again. Come on, eat the grains of rice clean." Dad began to nag again, every time I eat I have to go to the table again to "clean up the battlefield".
I reluctantly said to my dad, "Dad, why are you calling me again?"
"You don't eat the grains of rice clean, and you don't scrape the grains of rice in the rice bowl clean. Behave yourself, come on, eat it."
"It's just a few grains of rice, waste it, waste it"," I said without a care in the world, "What does it matter, why all the fuss?"
Dad said excitedly, "Have you forgotten the poem 'Compassionate Farmer'? Farmers face the soil, back to the sky, every grain of food are hard to come by. The poem also says, "There is no free land in the four seas, and the peasants are still starving to death!" The poem also says, "There are no idle fields in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving." The poem describes the hard work of the farmers, who are so tired, but not for us to have food to eat.
Waiting for my father to finish, my mind floated to the scene of the farmers uncle hard work farming ...... thought of this, I immediately scraped the rice in the rice bowl clean, the table on the rice grains to pick up and eat. Slowly, I gradually changed this bad habit.
Once, twice ...... I gradually changed this bad habit.
Until one day, I went to my grandmother's home to play, eat a little rice grains do not stay, grandma scratched my eyes: "Children, you finally changed this bad habit ah!" I was embarrassed and lowered my head.
Yes, I changed this bad habit. I also learned that I should cherish food and not waste a single drop of it.
Ⅱ folk myth story about three hundred and fifty words
The story of Kwa Fu chasing the sun
It is said that "Kwa Fu" was originally the name of a
giant race
from the lineage, Kwa Fu people were originally the great god
Hou Tu
passed down the children and grandchildren, living in the far away, and the people were the most beautiful, and the people were the most beautiful, and the most beautiful. They lived in the far north on a mountain called "Chengdu Jaitian". They were all tall, powerful giants, with two yellow snakes hanging from their ears and two yellow snakes in their hands. They looked scary, but in fact they were gentle and kind, and worked hard to create
a better life
for themselves
.
In the north, the weather is cold, the winter is long, the summer is warm but short, and every day the sun rises in the east, and the snow on the mountains has not yet melted, and then hastens to fall down from the west. The people of the Kuafu tribe thought, if they could catch the sun back, let it hang high above the Chengdu carrier sky permanently, and keep giving light and heat to the earth, how wonderful it would be! So they chose a hero from their tribe to chase the sun, and his name was Kwa Fu. The myth of Quafu chasing the sun.
Kwa-Fu was elected, very happy, he was determined to live up to the hope of the whole clan, the father and mother, with the sun race, to chase it back, so that the cold north and south as warm. So he took a big step and chased the sun towards the west as fast as he could, which was thousands and thousands of miles in the twinkling of an eye. He chased it all the way to Yugu, the place where the sun sets, and the big, red ball of fire was right in front of Kuafu's eyes, and he was so excited that he wanted to stretch out his huge arms and catch the sun and bring it back. But he had been running for a day, *** hot sunshine makes him thirsty, he bent down to drink the water in the Yellow River and Wei River. He drank the water of the two rivers in a few moments, and still did not quench his thirst, so he ran
to the north
to drink the water in the northern swamps, but he died of thirst in the middle of the journey before he could reach his destination.
Ⅲ The story of the brick and the building should not be less than three hundred and fifty words
My hometown is in Linze, which is known as the "Little Jiangnan on the Seaside". It's a beautiful place with picturesque landscapes and beautiful seasons. Here there is a beautiful scenery of the Yihe Green Park, there is a clean and bright, lively pedestrian street, a wide range of sports goods market, wide and flat square.
Listen to my mother said, the former Linze County is not like this, the former Summer Palace was a low and short cottages, everywhere is a garbage heap, summer flies, mosquitoes crash, really stinky and dirty nausea, people are not willing to go there; the former pedestrian street is an ordinary road, but the stalls there are especially many, there are selling fruit, selling candy, and selling Vegetables, but also a flavor of food stalls. The order there is particularly chaotic, not only noisy, and crowded, sometimes on the road for a long time can not go; the former market is a particularly crowded place, where the goods are not too rich, whenever people walk through here, there is a kind of bad smell, people walk through here always cover their noses, cover their mouths, frowning; the former square is a deserted beach, the spring wind blowing dusty, summer a It rained a muddy, people can not pass, and the activities of the facilities are few and far between.
Now Linze County, compared with the previous, really heaven and earth. Now the Yihe Green Park is beautiful and picturesque, where the trees are lush, colorful flowers, the air is fresh and sweet, is a good place for people to relax, recreation, fitness; now the pedestrian street on the construction of a green belt, pedestrian street on both sides of the towering a brilliant, neat as a neon light. No longer see the crowded stalls; today's market and clean and beautiful, full range of goods inside, everything, and cheap, people in the market orderly shopping; now the square has become a wide, flat, well-equipped plaza, the children can fly kites in the square, play, the old people in the square to play tai chi, walk, it is really happy.
Now the Linze county town is neat and beautiful, but the future Linze county town will be even better. I hope that the future of the Yihe Green Park forest lush grass, birds and flowers; I hope that the future of the pedestrian street will be a lively and beautiful leisure place, there will be a variety of scenery for people to enjoy; the future of the market will be a fully automated market, people do not go out of the door can use the computer to shop, merchants will be automatically delivered to the door; the future of the square will be broader, more neatly, the square of a variety of fitness equipment is available to meet the needs of all fitness, recreation, and the need for a good time. The future square will be wider, more neat, square all kinds of fitness equipment, can meet the fitness, entertainment needs of all people.
Ah! My hometown Linze is really a good place, I love Linze, I live in Linze and proud!
Ⅳ storytelling contest essay. Three hundred and fifty words,
A wonderful storytelling contest
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, the students have been looking forward to the storytelling contest finally kicked off, we are all ecstatic, such as out of the cage of the birds, lined up in order to the junior high school department report hall.
As soon as we walked into the lecture hall, we were greeted by a microphone in the center of the stage, which was illuminated with fluorescent light. On both sides of the stage are two large screens, projecting some beautiful patterns, seems to be cheering to the players! In the first row, is the player seat, only to see some of the players mouth, "Ground Li Gulu" chanting something; some players a look of victory, is rubbing their fists; some players calm and collected, is the seat of the closed eyes, there are also players a hand holding the speech, a hand kept making gestures, for fear that they suddenly forget the words on stage. The other contestants were holding their speeches in one hand and making gestures with the other, fearing that they would forget their words when they went on stage. Only see our class little player Lu Keming is not arrogant, is with the side of the little player high talk. I was relieved to see Lu Ke Ming's performance. My classmates could no longer suppress their excitement, and they all chattered like sparrows discussing who the winner would be. I also can not help but close my eyes, hands together, can not help but pray for our class players.
The game began, the host walked on the stage with a smile on his face, announced that "the 15th Storytelling Competition will now begin", time like an arrow, in the blink of an eye, 1 ~ 2 players are finished. "Now we have invited the third contestant Lu Keming on stage," the host's words just fell, I can not help but straighten the waist, the head desperately forward, the heart is also nervous and uneasy. Lu Ke Ming strides onto the stage, a confident look. Lu Ke Ming storytelling colorful, when she told the big lion to go to the famous barber store, she couldn't help but thumbs up, when it comes to the big lion blamed the little lion touched her hair, she pouted her mouth, wrinkled up her eyebrows, the expression of that action, like an aggrieved little lion. When it comes to the *** part, Lu Keming's voice is very loud, when it comes to what the little lion said, Lu Keming's voice is very naughty. I couldn't help but be mesmerized as I listened, as if I had traveled to the world of fairy tales. The students also listened with great interest, as if they were there. Even the judges could not help but nod their heads. Finally, the judges showed a high score of μ62.
In the blink of an eye, 4 ~ 7 contestants have finished speaking, Lu Keming's score has been far ahead, followed by No. 8 contestant Yin Shuqin, she brought the "weasel to the chicken to pay tribute to the New Year", her imitation of the weasel is treacherous and cunning, very similar, when it comes to weasel rummage through the cupboards and cabinets looking for the "thirty-six plans for catching the goat," when she stooped down and rummage up in a messy manner, in her speech, I In her speech, I seemed to see the lively and lovely chick, the sinister and cunning weasel, and the serious hen, but then I couldn't help worrying about Lu Keming, whether Yin Shuqin would exceed Lu Keming's score with such a wonderful performance, my heart was in my throat, fidgeting in my seat, and I could only look forward to Yin Shuqin's score. As expected, Yin Shuqin narrowly beat Lu Keming by a fraction of a point. The only thing is that the champion has passed us by, and I don't have the heart to watch the 9th contestant's speech because of the loss.
The storytelling competition is finally over, let's give a thumbs up to the contestants, after all, they are "three minutes on the stage, ten years of work under the stage"!
Ⅳ The story has only three hundred and fifty words
Magpie said sick
During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a famous doctor, people called him Bian Magpie. He was so skillful that he often went in and out of the palace to treat the king. One day, Bian Magpie went to see Duke Huan of Cai. After the ceremony, he stood beside Duke Huan and carefully observed his face, and then said: "I found that the king's skin is sick. You should treat it in time to prevent it from getting worse." Duke Huan was unimpressed and said, "I am not sick at all, so I don't need any treatment." After Bian Magpie left, Duke Huan said unhappily, "Doctors always love to show their ability on people who are not sick in order to present others' healthy bodies as being healed. I don't believe in this."
Ten days later, Bian Magpie went to see Duke Huan for the second time. After inspecting Duke Huan's face, he said, "Your illness has gone to the inside of your muscles. If you don't treat it, it will get worse." Duke Huan did not believe this. After Bian Magpie left, he was y unhappy with the statement that "his condition is getting worse".
After another 10 days, Bian Magpie went to see Duke Huan for the third time. He looked at Duke Huan and said, "Your illness has progressed to the stomach and intestines. If you don't treat it quickly, your condition will worsen." Duke Huan was still not convinced. He was even more disgusted by the expression "the condition is getting worse".
As usual, Bian Magpie went to see Duke Huan for the fourth time after another 10 days. When they met, Bian Magpie turned his head and left. This time the Duke of Huan confused. He thought: "How this time the magpie does not say I have a disease?" Duke Huan sent someone to find Bian Magpie to ask why. Bian Magpie said, "At the beginning, Duke Huan's skin was sick, so it was easy to be cured by cleansing with tonics and applying moxibustion with fire heat; later, his sickness reached the inside of his muscles, so it could be overcome by acupuncture; later, Duke Huan's sickness reached the stomach and intestines, so it was still effective to take herbal tonics. However, at present, his disease had reached the bone marrow, and there was nothing more that earthly medical techniques could do. Whether a person with this disease can save his life or not, the power of life and death is in the hands of the King of Hell. If I say again that I am skillful in the art of healing and that I can cure the disease, I will certainly be in trouble."
After 5 days, Duke Huan was in pain all over his body. Seeing that the situation was not good, he took the initiative to ask for Bian Magpie to cure him. The man who sent for Bian Magpie came back and said, "Bian Magpie has fled to Qin." Duke Huan then regretted it too much. He struggled and died in agony.
This story tells people that they should not avoid treating their own illnesses and all the bad things in the society, but they should take precautions, face up to the problems, and take measures as early as possible to solve them properly. Otherwise, when the disease is very serious, after the disaster, there will be no cure.
Ⅵ Write your own story with time essay elementary school three hundred and fifty words
The longest thing in the world is time, the shortest is also time. It is precisely the earliest time when you feel it is too late. We live once, and we deserve to pursue what we think is right in our waking hours. We deserve to live life to the fullest, and we deserve to let go and fight. Time is gone, not to return. Youth is gone, not come. We can't wait until we've wasted our youth? Wait until we run out of body heat? This is not our style. Hold on to the time, be careful time to steal your youth, extinguish your blood.
Memories, the past may we have many regrets, but that is the past. We learn from experience at the same time to grasp the present, mediocre people look at the past, smart people look at the present, fools look at the future. So we have to strive hard in the present, otherwise the dream will always be a dream. Looking back to the past, remembering the past, joy and sorrow, sadness and happiness, the world, too much too much. We have too many feelings in our hearts, too much helplessness. Remembering the past, going back to the past. Regretful wreckage, we recall, now say goodbye to memories.
The future of the unchanged end of the doomsday, we know that all all is the past. Many people say the past on the past, this second happy most important. But who can do it? The past time, the past, do not come. The past is too much, not grasping the pain left behind. Sometimes people also want to cry for the past. Maybe you can only sigh to yourself: 'others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others to see ***. I don't see the tomb of the great and powerful, no flowers, no wine, no hoe to do the field.' The past past let it pass, do not find the present now still waiting.
Time has gone, leaving memories, everything is in the past.
Time has given me memories Essay 2: Childhood (1259 words)
Childhood seems like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood seems like a cup of light tea, let you reminisce; childhood seems like a rainbow in the storm; colorful, dazzling; childhood is like that afterglow after the evening sun, so nostalgic; and like the curved path, let you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memories; the rain can't cover up this touching melody, only the lovely sunshine will irradiate it and save it ......
Thinking back to that one piece of childhood inconspicuous things, things although small, but those memories are so feel touched, because of these memories to let I continue to make progress, constantly pursuing, so as to grow up, childhood always call back. Think back to that colorful dream, think back to the time that YaYa learn language, think back to the time when just learn to walk, the first time to step on the stage, the first time to call out the parents, the first time to ...... that moment, that a lens, all of a sudden appear in front of your eyes.
That is an unforgettable memories, can not forget the childhood, the first time to pick up a new bag to go to school that day, finally dry and other children as school, for me this is my historic moment, the parents took the camera to the happiest and most unforgettable model photographed, which has become the most comforting item of the father and the mother, which has become the most joyful portrait of the family, the unforgettable moment, so beautiful, so sweet, it is a good time, so sweet. This unforgettable moment was so beautiful and sweet that it kept coming back to my mind. But the beautiful is just the past, in the warm long days, after grinding again and again, the weak self honed to be as hard as steel, the pressure of learning, no one will know, no one will be pitied, in the fall of that leaves fall out of the light, only the dry energy of the bitter suffering, only the loss of happiness, which is bitter. The child in the spring of the blossoming of flowers, have, beautiful dream of childhood, one by one.
So far, in front of the cruelty of reality will not shed tears, tears are covered by that dark cloud. The tears of childhood are so weak, so petty. Childhood dreams are colorful, like a hundred flowers blossomed beautifully, people recall, let people forget, then there is no worry, there is no worry. Childhood dreams and such as in the night sky, so wide, so quiet, childhood dreams and such as countless stars, they will only blink, will not speak, honest and calm ...... countless stars such as countless dreams, poured into a small head, and from then on I think about countless problems.
Growing up under the blue sky, the dream in the night sky is also like piling up a small castle on the beach, piling up the dream in the blue seashore; child is always like to play under the banyan tree, and like to sit quietly there, listening to the old man tell the old story, when the dream was green; childhood is always like to sit in front of the door of the old house, in the fall of the leaves to appreciate that a piece of leaves dressed in gold in the The dream at that time was golden-colored. Childhood always like to dream, walking in the dream can not find the exit labyrinth, one at a time was locked in the maze, the heart so confused, in real life, stirring me to fight when, at that time that dream is the general color of fire .........
Memories of the world all things become quiet, let a person become relaxing, warming, reminding you of dreams that are distant and not so distant, reminding you of being in the rain, when that rain was a beating melody. When you fall down, a kind of power is watching you, let you recall under the blue sky to fly paper airplanes, fly you one by one let you look forward to the dream.
The clock only moves forward, it is impossible to go backwards. Childhood only recall and memories ......
Childhood only memories, dreams only to create, the future only to struggle ......
Childhood to be the past, only to recall that little by little, only to accumulate more experience, this road I can only walk farther and wider. Everyone has their own colorful childhood, childhood is the most precious thing in life, it is the beginning of your life, with it that you have a lifetime, we should cherish it.
Dreams often change, dreams are the goal of a person's life, only struggle and hard work, that will be a dream come true, that will become a reality.
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Only memories everything will make you feel good ......
Time gave me memories essay 3: Time gave me memories (559 words)
Lingering about four, five, six, seven days of rain , still falling. Hitting the glass window in front of us, knocking on the traces of time gone by, painting an irregular curve of movement, just like those we once had by the autumn wind after the fall of the leaves to cover up the youth.
Youth, in fact, is their own piece of ignorance and fantasy sketch, with their own required protective colors, to depict the self-feeling to be able to overcome the time, change everything in the pattern. But? After being ravaged by the rain, by the wind and sand blown dry and wrinkled. Pick it up again and upon closer inspection, it has long since been faded by the elements from the colors it originally held. But fortunately, I found you, the paintbrush, I use what you have, and what I expect, painting a black and white sheet music, and you, is my most gorgeous music. Even if there are winds and rains along the way, I am willing to use the umbrella of my journey to cover all the dust that should or should not be there. To a number of years later, when I open it again, it, still colorful ......
I heard that in Ireland, there is a piece of unknown lawn, covered with rich purple and blue lavender, which waits for the love of the language of the flowers, passed on for several centuries, as if I wanted to carve the love of the black basalt, buried in the Mesopotamian plains, even if I wanted to put the love of the black basalt, buried in the deep, the love of the black basalt. Mesopotamian plains, even after hundreds of centuries in the excavation, the words on the monument are still clearly visible.
We have a mutual desire to leave the answer to the third person. I asked you: what is the difference between longitude and latitude? You think hard, the answer jokingly told the silence, I laughed, because
You are the meridian, and I am you, miss the latitude.
Listen, the sound of rain, it is getting noisy, as if time is urging me, early to squander this past anonymously sent gifts. I have no words, just stand in the window sill, standing in the distance belonging to you. Gently ask: "You, good?!"
Time gave me memories Essay 4: Time gave me memories (680 words)
It was in my two years my person changed radically. It has changed from the inside to the outside. From the naivety of an hour to the maturity of now. A year ago I read the sixth grade, but even if it is the sixth grade thought is still not grown up, I will not worry about the future development, the future, but also did not pay attention to reading, also thought that everyone will always go to college, those who did not go to college just because of the economic problems and did not get into. As long as you have money, you can go to college. A year later, I began to realize that fate is not so friendly, but a smile.
In you have not been for 然 day by day mixing time, you feel very happy, in fact, it has slowly forced you on the road to extinction. Let you step into society as a teenager. A year ago, I was then although 14 years old, but I always think that my family's good to me is owed to me in a previous life, I don't need to return, with their hard-earned money with peace of mind, and do not know the hard work of making money. A year later, I understand, I also began to filial piety. I will not be afraid of the work at home, as long as there is a need for me to do I will be obliged to do. Including washing dishes, which I was afraid of doing. I will collect the new year's money for future registration and various expenses. I seldom ate snacks because I wanted to save a dollar. A year ago, I took my classmates and friends lightly, and I should have said that I was selfish.
I don't know how to share my happiness with my friends. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of me. At that time, it was like the only grass in the desert, facing the harsh environment, but feel helpless like death. A year later, I realized that people without friends are lonely, lonely, poor, so he will slowly get used to loneliness, and finally even the character has become withdrawn, harming themselves, I will now share the happiness with good friends, with them in the most unforgettable days, every day there are different surprises, and sometimes will be touched by the weeping, and sometimes will be angry with the fire. Sometimes I feel happy when I am lonely. Sometimes you feel warmth when you are cold. Sometimes it will.
The passage of time, recall the past, today is not what it used to be, in front of fate we are just small, but destiny of many times, we can change it through efforts, I believe that people will win.
Ⅶ Me and my dad essay about three hundred and fifty words
Me and my dadI have a happy family. In this family, my father and I are not only a happy father and son, but also the best friend Whenever I am in trouble, my father will always try his best to help me.
I remember when I was in the third grade, there was an incident that I still remember.
One day, when I was doing my math homework, I came across a very difficult application problem, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't do it. At that moment, I almost wanted to give up.
At this time, my "big savior" ---- dad came over, as soon as he saw me this kind of wretched look understand everything. "What's wrong with you?" Dad asked. "Dad." I said anxiously, "This application problem is too hard for me to do." So Dad looked at the application problem and immediately looked serious. He said to me, "This question is not really difficult, maybe you are impatient, let's take a look at a few more conditions in the question. You can calculate the total amount of a week first, and then divide it by the total amount of four days, so the problem will be solved." After listening to dad's detailed explanation, I thought: dad is really great!
Dad not only can help me in learning, in life he is my good friend. When I get the honor is, he will say to me seriously, "Zhu Yuejie, you can not be proud, tomorrow there will be a bigger challenge waiting for you."
Dad, you are really my mentor!
Ⅷ Famous people's stories three hundred and fifty words
Sun Kang, Jin Dynasty Jingzhao (now Henan Luoyang) people, the official to the imperial historian.
Sun Kang was a keen learner when he was young, and often felt that he did not have enough time. He wanted to study day and night, but his family was poor and could not afford to buy lamp oil. When it was dark, there was no way to read. Especially in winter, when the night was long, he sometimes tossed and turned for a long time, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. There is really no way, so I have to read more during the day, and sleep in bed at night to recite.
One night, he woke up with a start, and suddenly realized that from the window into a few white light. Open the door and see, it turned out to be a heavy snow. The roof was white, the ground was white, and the trees were white. The whole earth was covered with a layer of silver, glittering, dazzling him. He stood in the yard to appreciate the silver-covered snowy landscape, suddenly a move in mind: reflecting the light of the snow, can you read? He rushed back to the house, took out the book to the reflection of the snow to see, sure enough, the handwriting is clear, more than a small oil lamp to brighten up a lot of it!
From then on, Sun Kang was no longer worried about the lack of lamp oil. Throughout the winter, he read night and day, not afraid of the cold, not tired, often read until the cock crows. Even when the wind was howling and the water dripping into ice, he never interrupted his study. Kung Fu is not a success, sun Kang sharpened the pursuit of progress, learning a great success, and finally became a very prestigious scholar.
Ⅸ Ⅸ With a few small animals to make up a fairy tale essay three hundred and fifty words
One day, when I came back from class, my mother bought me a few small goldfish. Because of these few small gold monikers, my father bought me a genus aquarium, and then many small fish moved in.
The little fish were red, blue, yellow, and silver ......
They swam back and forth next to the wigwam, as if they were happy with this new environment, so they were doing a Latin dance to celebrate.
Every day I come home from school to see them first, when feeding them food, the little fish will always scramble to grab the food to eat, if there is a small fish loose mouth, will be other small fish to eat to snatch away, every time they ate even a fish food is not, you can imagine how hungry those fish!
I also have a small turtle, it often go to the sun, but every time you can not climb those small steps. Once, it climbed up the first step with a wobble, accidentally, and rolled down, it climbed up a few times without success, look! How cute it is! I've also raised grasshoppers, fighting fish, and so on. Do you want to know? Just come to my home!
I want to grow up happily like them!