In real life or work and study, everyone has written essays. With the help of essays, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe many friends are very troubled by writing essays. The following is a story essay about an apple that I compiled for you. Welcome to read and collect it. A Story Triggered by an Apple Part 1
I am an apple, a stunted apple. Other apples are bright red, but mine is as green as grass.
I remember that in the spring of the previous year, the farmer uncle planted saplings with enthusiasm. He treated the saplings like his own children. He watered and fertilized the saplings every day, and sometimes sat beside the saplings and sang happily. He hoped there would be a good harvest in the fall. The apples then vowed to grow red and live up to the hard work of the farmer uncles. I was no exception, and a small promise sprouted in my heart.
Time passed like this day by day, and in the blink of an eye, my companions all grew big and red. I also felt that I was growing up, and I was also red and big.
The harvest season is here. The farmer uncle climbed up the tree and picked the apples into the basket. He felt very happy. However, when he picked me, the farmer uncle was no longer happy, but frowned. "Why is this apple green? Did I cultivate it poorly?" This sentence blurted out from the farmer's uncle's mouth. My heart suddenly felt as if "cold water" had been poured on it, and I was devastated. Why is fate so unfair to me? The farmer uncle looked at me left and right, and then casually threw me into the basket.
The next day, the farmer uncle carried a basket full of apples to the market to sell. A customer said: "Bring me a pound of apples!" As the farmer uncle picked up the apples one by one, he put them on the electronic scale and weighed them. I was accidentally picked up and taken home by a customer. When this customer was washing apples, he noticed me and muttered unhappily: "That look! After so many choices, I still picked a green one!" After saying that, he took a bite angrily. I was so scared that he would throw me in the trash. However, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said happily: "It's quite delicious!" So, I was eaten up. I was stunned. All my previous worries and worries disappeared. I realized the value of an apple.
This made me understand a profound truth - many things may not be very beautiful, but only the beauty of the soul is the real beauty! This is the true value of a thing! A Story Triggered by an Apple Part 2
Apple is a very common fruit in Zhaotong, but when I mention it, I think of what happened at the summer camp.
At that time, I went to a strange summer camp. On the first day we went, the instructor asked us to walk on a mountain road. Moreover, we could not bring any water with us on the way, and we could only bring an apple. I thought to myself, well, what’s so hard about it? I have to be the first one to finish.
I started climbing the mountain, and what I got was a small apple. I thought to myself: It’s just such an apple, I must be the last one to eat it. At first, I walked very smoothly, so I started walking slowly and carelessly, feeling that nothing could trouble me. Suddenly, I stepped on a banana peel, fell, and hit my foot on a big rock. "Who is so unethical?" I said angrily, "My feet hurt so much. Hiss..." I lifted up my pants and saw that my feet were bleeding. I thought about giving up, but I comforted myself; it would just bleed a little, so what’s the big deal? I was limping on the road in the rugged mountainous area. After walking for a while, I was very thirsty and wanted to take out the apple to eat, but I held back. After walking for a while, I was even more thirsty. So I took out the apple and said to myself: "Just take a small bite." I took a bite carefully and it was sweeter than usual. I feel that after eating, I feel more energetic all over my body and my legs don’t hurt so much anymore. As a result, I felt stronger all over my body and my legs didn’t hurt so much anymore. So, I got up more energetically. Just like that, I take a bite whenever I'm thirsty. Finally, the climb is almost over. And I don’t have many apples left. I suppressed my joy and climbed up to the top of the mountain.
When I climbed up, everyone saw my walking style and came over to ask me what was wrong, but I just smiled, told them it was okay, and sat down to eat the food. Not many apples left.
I think the apples that time tasted better and sweeter than before. The apple that time was my belief, supporting me towards the top. The same is true in life. As long as you have faith and believe in it unswervingly, your faith will definitely take you to the other side of success. A Story Triggered by an Apple Part 3
As time goes by, the saplings will eventually grow into big trees. What cannot be kept will eventually pass, but grandma’s candy apple will not go away.
Grandma can cook a lot of delicious food, especially apples. She always thinks they are ten or a hundred times more delicious than those outside. Grandma makes apples as if they are her life. Whenever there are no apples, she will buy them immediately, but I eat all the apples she makes.
Every time I come home from school, there is a faint fragrance of apples as soon as I enter the house, and it is different.
Sometimes it smells like dark sauce, then grandma must have made applesauce; sometimes it smells like crispy rice, then grandma must have made apple rice cakes; sometimes it smells sweet like sugar, then grandma must have made my favorite Every time my grandma takes me to buy apples, she always picks particularly ugly apples, which are slanted over there and concave here, as if grandma can’t get along with them. Whenever I ask my grandma about it, she always says: "This apple must be ugly to be delicious. It is ugly but it has a sweet heart. The same goes for being a human being, not only the appearance, but also a sweet heart." "Why can't grandma get something nice? I took a red and beautiful one, and "little lantern" took a bite. "It tastes so bad, so sour." Grandma touched my head and said, "What if I make it into candy?" Will apples still be sour? Come on, go home and make candy apples."
Once, I was sick and refused to take medicine. I kept crying and was very squeamish. But as soon as I saw the candy apples, I immediately calmed down. , I feel that the medicine I was afraid of taking is no longer so bitter.
When studying, a bite of a candy apple instantly warms my heart and helps me get twice the result with half the effort; when exercising, a bite of a candy apple makes me energetic; When you are sick, a bite of sweet apple brings your grandma’s care and love, and your illness heals quickly. Grandma’s candy apples are not unfairly sweet, but they bring more love, grandma’s purest love.
Although grandma is not good at expressing her love for me verbally, she used her actions to inject love into the apples and made them my favorite candy apples, which grew up with me. Candy apples are not just a Tao. Food, to me, is the taste of grandma. A story inspired by an apple Part 4
Everyone in Zhaotong knows that there is a sweetness hidden in its round appearance. Moreover, it also brought me a story that is still fresh in my memory...
That story took place in a remote mountain village. At first glance, I saw that the houses were so shabby! , as if groaning in pain, a child was driving a calf. His clothes were shabby, and his dark little face looked sad and worried. He was holding a red, round ball in his hand. There was a huge contrast between the apples and his smiling face. The child's eyes were full of expectation and desire. My young heart was greatly shocked when I saw this little boy, and my heart was like a knife. " What a hard life he experienced! "I thought silently. I decided to step forward to find out. As I walked, I stopped for a moment. What caught my eyes was a room full of apples, lying quietly on the ground. Oh! I suddenly realized it. , it must be because the apples couldn't be shipped out, and a large piece of them could only rot. At this time, the little boy stared at me and looked at my clothes carefully. I walked up and said hello to the little boy. He looked very happy. Looking very shy, I inquired about the situation of his home. As expected, it was really like that.
The place where their home lives is surrounded by mountains, and the only road in the village stretches into the distance. , I was shocked to see their hard life, so I made up my mind to help them.
"What should I do? "I kept scratching the back of my head and stamping my feet from time to time. "Hey, isn't there an apple? "Now, technology has developed and the Internet is very convenient. I found the little boy and discussed this matter with him. He smiled happily like a flower and couldn't close his mouth. I hurriedly asked my father, and he was very happy. I agreed. Dad hired someone to help them live broadcast the goods. Carloads of apples were transported out of the mountain. I seemed to see the apples and my face turned red. The grass was dancing for my actions and the birds were on the branches. The girl sang a beautiful song for me, and the little girl kept jumping and jumping, and all the sorrow on her face disappeared. At this time, I felt as if I had eaten honey, and I felt so happy.
< p> Although an apple is small, in my eyes, it is a light that brings to the poor, a life-saving straw, and a beam of light that illuminates the darkness. An apple makes me realize the happy and happy life today. It makes me understand the meaning of life more deeply. A story inspired by an apple Part 5The charm of autumn is not the cool autumn wind blowing away the heat accumulated by people in summer, but the fragrant apple.
Stepping into the orchard, a burst of fragrance filled my nose. I was immediately intoxicated by the fruity aroma. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the beautiful fragrance for a long time. Then I opened my eyes. Looking at the apples hanging on the branches, the apples on the tree have turned red, and the round bodies are desperately trying to escape from the arms of the tree mother... Everything is so beautiful as I roam in this beautiful "apple world". When I was in the middle of the day, my uncle's voice sounded in my ears, "It's time to get to work. After picking the apples, we have to sell them. We will definitely get a good price this year." I looked at my uncle, and he had a child-like expression on his face. Smiling, thinking that this is the simplicity of farmers.
Looking at the apple tree in front of me, I hurriedly climbed up the tree and picked up apples, one, two, three... I looked at the apples in the basket. I couldn't help but smile happily, and suddenly a figure broke into my eyes, and at the same time it came close to the basket. I immediately hid behind the tree and watched what happened.
I saw a little girl covered in rags holding the handle. I reached into the basket and retracted it as if I was electrocuted. I thought to myself: This little girl must be trying to steal the apples. I quickly jumped off the tree and ran to the little girl, grabbed her hand and said angrily: " Thief".
The little girl raised her head and looked at me anxiously. The little girl in front of her was wearing clothes that were disproportionately sized and tattered on her thin body. Her face had become sallow due to lack of nutrition, but she had two big watery eyes. But bright and bright. Looking at the little girl in front of me, I can't feel any sympathy in my heart. It must be because I saw the scene where the little girl stole the apple just now. When the little girl heard my words, she immediately shed two lines of hot tears and said in panic: "I didn't mean to steal, I was, I was..." I was just about to reprimand the little girl for this "evil" behavior when my uncle appeared in front of me. While looking at me with accusing eyes, he asked the little girl softly: "Why did you take the apple?" The little girl said with tears: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to steal it, it was because my mother was ill. She said she wanted to eat apples, and I had no choice but to..." When the uncle heard this, he immediately picked up a few apples and put them into the little girl's hands, but the sister-in-law only took one. After that, she said to the uncle gratefully. Thank you and ran away in a hurry.
Looking at the little girl’s retreating figure, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed. Ashamed, I accused this beautiful little girl of being a “thief.” When I was ashamed, my uncle stood beside me and patted me. The shoulder said: "Child, not everyone who steals is a thief. Sometimes 'stealing' is also a kind of helpless beauty." Looking at the little girl going away, I felt that she instantly became more beautiful. A Story Triggered by an Apple Part 6
Apples are ordinary but also great. Small apples appear in vegetable markets and supermarkets; small apples appear in the United States and the United Kingdom.
In a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers, there is a family. His family always says: "My child is dead, don't ask anymore!" As time goes by, this " The children who died were no longer mentioned.
Many years later, an entrepreneurial young man came to this mountain village. He always said: "I have never succeeded, and only failure greeted me." But he saw the current situation of this mountain village - passed There was electricity and signals, but people had to walk more than ten miles to go to the market every day. He did not want these simple villagers to be abandoned by the times, and was determined to change all this.
He began to teach farmers how to shop online. Gradually, the villagers also had smart companions in their lives. He helped the villagers collect express delivery and deliver it to their homes every day. That day he received a courier from Back Mountain, a place where no one lives. Everyone said there were monsters there. But when people order express delivery, they go there. No matter who they are, whether they are human beings or monsters, they order express delivery anyway.
In the evening, he drove a van to the back mountain. "Come on!" He cheered himself up. After entering the mountains, the sky seemed to get heavier. A few minutes later, he drove the car to a wooden house. When was there a wooden house here? He was confused, so he stepped forward and knocked: "Hello, your express delivery." No one answered, so he knocked again, and with a "squeak", the door opened by itself. This frightened him. When he walked over, it was dark inside. As soon as he turned his head, a figure appeared in front of him, "Ah" he screamed, and when he came to his senses, it turned out to be a big living person.
"Who are you? How come there are people living in the mountains behind here?" He exclaimed three times in succession. "My name is Li Tianlong. I used to be from Lijia Village, but now I am no longer..." "Are you the Li Tianlong, the village chief's...dead...dead son?" "Ah!" He screamed again. "The person standing in front of you is a living person. I'm not dead, but to my father, I'm just as dead." He shouted, with a few tears in his eyes.
Through understanding, Li Tianlong’s father and the village grew nectarines. Many years ago, Li Tianlong was kicked out of his home by his father because he pulled out all the nectarines without permission. "The nectarines in the village are very good, but no one comes to buy them, so they can only sell them to the juice factory at a low price. They can't sell them for money, and they may even post them. It's a good place to grow apples! There is a big temperature difference between morning and evening, and the sun shines for a long time. , Unfortunately, the village had deep feelings for nectarines and was reluctant to part with them, so they even posted a copy.
After hearing his story, the entrepreneurial young man decided to help him. He shared Li Tianlong’s story on the Internet and gave away apples. Internationally, he won the prize, and gradually, the apples brought huge benefits to Li Tianlong, but Li Tianlong wanted to bring the villagers to get rich and prosperous.
Gradually, the apple orchard expanded, and the whole village was affected. They all participated in planting apples, and the village chief, who was originally not optimistic about it, also participated. Apples, such a small fruit, have helped all Lijia Village escape poverty.
Small apples do not necessarily mean that there are no big apples. Achievements, small apples can also go out of China and go global. On the road to poverty alleviation, no one can be left behind! Essay on a Story Triggered by an Apple 7
“Where’s the ‘apple’? Are you holding an 'apple'? ! "My mother shouted to me in an anxious and panic tone. Later I realized that she meant to ask me if I had seen "ipad apples". After I heard that, what immediately came to my mind was that one could only be used as a fruit. As I ate the little apples, I thought: Mom bought some apples today, but why did you ask me if I had taken them? You must have peeled them to eat them. If you don’t peel them, what would I do with them? ... While playing with the iPad in my hand, I said in a puzzled tone: "I didn't take it. Besides, why should I hold the apple." "At that time, my mind seemed to be unable to turn around, and my thoughts seemed to have stopped.
Mom continued to look for the "Apple" iPad while muttering: "Hey, that's weird. Did it get lost somewhere? But I remembered putting it in my bag!"
After a while, Mom As soon as I walked into my room, I saw the "Apple" iPad in my hand. I rushed up, grabbed the iPad from my hand, and said, "Isn't this right here for you?" My mother's tone was half full. It's the joy of "lost and found", and half of it is the blame on me. Looking at my mother's anxious look, I always feel as if I have done something wrong. I still didn't come back to my senses, I was stunned. "Did you tell me which apple it was? I thought it was the apple I ate! Also, you rushed into my room all of a sudden without knocking on the door, which scared me to death." I was very dissatisfied with this. Mom immediately said kindly: "Oh, okay, okay, it's just a misunderstanding. What I said was an 'apple' that can be played with. You think it is the apple that can be eaten. Just explain it clearly. It will be fine."
Yes, there will inevitably be some misunderstandings between people, and when we encounter misunderstandings, we must explain it clearly to others face to face, saying that it was not intentional, so as to avoid creating a greater generation gap with others and damaging relationships. Sometimes, people make everyone unhappy just for trivial things. How bad is this! In order to express my apology, my mother peeled an apple for me. I took a big bite and slowly chewed up all the misunderstandings... Essay on a Story Triggered by an Apple 8
One day, a little mouse went out for a walk. When he came to a small river, he saw an apple tree on the other side with a few apples on it.
These apples are big and round, with crystal clear skin and a fragrant fragrance. The mouse couldn't help but be fascinated and salivated. It immediately ran home and told Brother Mouse that they were going to pick those apples immediately and taste them when they got home.
Brother Rat had many good ideas, so he decided to put a wooden stick on the bridge, one went to catch it, and the other held down the stick. The two brothers discussed it, carried a wooden stick, and headed for the river. At this time, they were both very happy and trotted all the way to the river.
As soon as they arrived at their destination, they couldn't wait to build the "bridge". They saw the brothers placing the wooden sticks across the middle of the river, pointing one end towards the apple tree and the other towards themselves. The elder brother was strong and put his feet on the stick; the younger brother was agile and stood on the stick to pick the apples on the other side.
Starting to take action, the younger brother moved forward step by step with his right foot in front and his left foot in the back. At this time, Brother Rat was uneasy and cautiously moved forward, his heart almost in his throat! Gradually, it arrived in front of the apple tree, stretched out its left hand, and picked off one by one. Brother Mouse raised his nose and smelled it, and felt a refreshing fragrance from his nose to his whole body. The younger brother couldn't resist the scent and bit one with a click. "It's so delicious!" my brother shouted excitedly. After devouring it, an apple "disappeared". When the elder brother saw it, he became anxious and shouted: "Brother, didn't we agree to eat together? Give me one!" After hearing this, the younger brother thought to himself: Who will give it to you? I will eat another one and leave the third one for you. you. Thinking of this, I divided three times by five and ate another one. The elder brother got angry and roared: "Brother, come here, we are still not good brothers, huh?" The younger brother said nothing, and driven by greed, he jumped up and picked another one. At this time, there was no apple left on the tree. My brother was completely irritated now and thought: If you don't let me eat, then I won't let you eat either. I won't press the stick anymore, I will let go. My brother does whatever he wants. The brother slowly moved one foot away, leaving the other foot on top. But after all, one foot cannot bear the weight of a mouse. My brother was accidentally thrown out. The younger brother also fell off the stick.
Looking at the two brothers again, the elder brother made a difficult 720-degree rotation in the air; the apple in the younger brother's hand fell into the water, and he fell in too. Both mice drowned in the water.