① A beautiful story with a 500-word composition. A beautiful story. There was a little boy with a flat nose. Because he had encephalitis when he was two years old, his intelligence was impaired and he struggled to learn.

For example, others can write two to three hundred words, but he can only write three or five lines.

But even in such a composition, he can still write it as beautifully as flowers.

It was a composition class, and the title was "Wish".

He thought about it very seriously for a long time, and then wrote it very seriously. The composition was very short, only three sentences: I have two wishes. The first one is that my mother looks at me with a smile every day and says: "You are so smart."

"The second thing is that the teacher looked at me with a smile every day and said: "You are not stupid at all." So, it was this composition that deeply moved the teacher. The mother-like teacher not only gave him the highest score

, and recited the composition emotionally to the class, and commented on it one stroke at a time: "You are very smart, and your composition is very touching. Don't worry, your mother will definitely like you very much, and the teacher will definitely like you."

If I like you very much, everyone will definitely like you very much." Holding the composition in his hands, he smiled and jumped home like a magpie.

But he didn't show the composition to his mother. He was waiting for a beautiful moment.

The moment finally arrived, it was Mom's birthday - a sunny Sunday.

That day, he got up very early and put the composition in a beautiful big envelope made by himself. On the envelope was a drawing of a little boy with a flat nose. The little boy was grinning sweetly.

He looked at his mother quietly, waiting for her to wake up.

As soon as my mother opened her eyes and woke up, he sweetly called out: "Mom".

Then he walked up to him with a smile and said, "Mom, today is your birthday, and I want to give you a gift." The mother smiled: "What?" "My composition." The little boy handed over the big envelope with both hands.

After receiving the envelope, my mother’s heart was pounding!

Sure enough, after reading this composition, my mother burst into tears, and then she hugged the little boy very tightly, as if he would suddenly run away.

② Write your own story composition of 500 words!

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As a girl, I should be sweet, obedient, and well-behaved, but I am outgoing, carefree, and some people even say that I am very aggressive.

Even my biological parents said I didn’t look like a girl!

Just like last time, I went to barbecue and eat. The delicious food made my mouth water. It tasted like "wolfing it down", which was very unlike a lady.

(This is a slight exaggeration.) Dad saw it and said, "Look, whose child eats like you? Compare your sister Jiang Jing to see if she eats like you!"

Really, she doesn’t look like a girl at all! “Humph, who wouldn’t be like me when they encounter delicious food?

Another time, I forced my father to play table tennis. My father said, "Jiang Yu, look at other girls. They all learn painting, singing, and dancing. After training, they are all talented girls."

, you go and learn..." "I understand, let's go quickly!" It took a lot of effort to pull dad up, but after only playing for a while, I already lost several balls.

Suddenly, my father hit us with a tackle, causing "heavy casualties" on our side. I was careless and blurted out: "Damn, we are so angry! Watch me kill you!" Those who were sitting and watching

Mom was unhappy and said, "Yuyu, why are you so rude? Where did you learn it? You're still not a girl! Apologize to daddy!" What are you doing? If you go to our school, you might learn better than me.

It’s still crooked!

Alas, adults always hope that boys will become dragons and girls will become phoenixes, but with me like this, there is probably no hope.

When will I become a "phoenix"?

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Childhood is a fragrant flower. Everyone has had flower-like years, poetic stories, and many innocent dreams.

I remember when I first entered kindergarten, I dreamed that one day I would be able to spread my wings in the blue sky like a bird and soar freely. As my knowledge increased, I realized that this was just a dream, and one that could only be learned through hard work.

An ideal that is only possible when you grow up and become a pilot or astronaut.

Therefore, I am very envious of being a teacher. She has a lot of knowledge to impart to the students, and has taught so many pilots, astronauts, scientists, calligraphers... Being a teacher can help students achieve their goals.

All your dreams!

As a child, I had endless admiration for my teachers.

Whenever someone asks me: "What is your dream?" I always answer decisively: "When I grow up, I want to be a knowledgeable teacher.