Next, I will write three compositions on the topic of "What Story" for your reference! Our story composition time flies, time flies. Now I am a graduate and have spent six years on campus. And every time I think about everything that happened in this big family, I can't help crying and laughing. What does this look like to us? We have such a story.
Perhaps in this impetuous materialistic world, there are fewer and fewer stories that can touch us, but we always believe in their existence. Maybe it's a greeting when you meet a teacher, a sincere "sorry" when you see the garbage quietly picked up on the road, or a sincere "sorry" when you bump into someone else. Who moved why earth-shattering, just a knowing smile, a warm greeting is enough. I will always remember the bright lights in the windows of teachers' offices. Maybe I can see them working at their desks through the glass. The traces of red ink on the exercise books are the condensation of their painstaking efforts, and every punch line in the class is the result of their countless lessons preparation and study. There may be countless people complaining about their hard work, but they never think of our teachers, who may pay more than us.
Teachers are like our second parents. When we are toddlers on the road of growth, they lend us a helping hand and let us walk steadily towards a brighter future. How can we not be moved by such a teacher? I will always remember the concern and exhortation of my classmates. We accompany each other every day, like companions, more like relatives. Maybe it was a gentle "refueling" when running 800 meters, maybe a pair of powerful arms helped me to the infirmary when I had a stomachache, or maybe everyone shouted crazy at the sports meeting. We may quarrel, but it doesn't take one morning to make up, because we know each other. Who has the heart? I can't live without you. The whole class celebrated the English teacher's birthday. When you shouted "Happy Birthday", I seemed to see a warm paradise. At this moment, our hearts are closely linked, not the so-called placement. Some things are worth remembering for a lifetime.
How can such a student not be moved? In this campus full of birds and flowers, we don't have earth-shattering touching stories, but because of you, I have a reason to cry when I leave. Because we can't bear the teacher's inculcation and classmates' inculcation, it is the most legendary story we have encountered on campus. You made me believe that some things are not utilitarian, and some things are priceless and cannot be exchanged.
In this campus, I don't need to look for any earth-shattering stories. Because of you, it is the most touching story, our story.
I am walking on this familiar path, but the warmth that once surrounded me is gone. Once upon a time, I liked to finish my dinner early in the summer evening, and my family took a walk on the riverside path in the pink sunset. I vaguely remember that there are many trees on the roadside that will bear a fruit like a small cherry. They are sour and sweet, red and round.
I am the shortest in my family and can't reach the branches. So when I think of the red and attractive fruit on the branch above my head, I look up and stare at my grandmother with a pleading eye-she picked the biggest and sweetest fruit. Of course, grandma always understands what her little granddaughter means. When she pulled the branch down, a round fruit was handed to me. I will look at those small fruits in my hand with satisfaction, chubby and round, lying on my warm palm like a child, and there seems to be a sweet smile on my red cheeks.
Sometimes, my father will use his broad palm to pick a handful of small fruits and give them to my sister and me. Dad is the tallest and naturally gets the most fruit, but he doesn't allow me to eat too much, saying that eating too much at night is bad for my stomach … I sometimes compete with my sister for fruit. Mother likes to walk beside us, chat and laugh with us and watch us eat. The burgundy corner of the sunset gradually becomes smaller, and the sunset glow also migrates westward, picking and eating along the way. Time seems to pass slowly in this warm laughter.
The fruit tree grows taller and taller, so do I. When I was a child, I didn't know where I heard that the unknown little fruit was actually called apricot, but it didn't sound smooth. Sometimes in spring, when the trees are full of fruits, I will pick a few-of course, when I grow taller, I won't be out of reach of the branches as before. However, the fruit that has not been eaten for a long time has no nostalgic taste. It is not sweet and sour, but bitter.
Yes, I've really grown taller. I don't have to let my aging grandmother pick fruits for me, wait for my father to hand me fruits, grab my sister's fruits, and go out with my mother all day. Because of my growth, I can't always rely on my relatives. I must learn to do things alone. But I know that no matter how old I am, no matter how tall I am, there will always be a deep concern for that family of five.
I am on the road, although my growth has taken away too much, but my home will always be my harbor.
Story composition 3 of my classmates and I Friendship is two hearts, treating each other sincerely, not one heart. Beat a heart, in your study career, you will know many classmates, make your study career colorful, and some things have happened, and my front desk is one of them. Originally, he and I had nothing in common, but because of one thing, we became friends.
I still remember that it happened to be our group's turn to clean the sanitation area, so I came to school early in the morning, just to finish cleaning the sanitation area and return to the classroom early. As soon as I came to the classroom, I went straight to the place where I put the garbage shovel, holding seven brooms in my left hand and two garbage shovels in my right hand, and went straight over the traffic jam in the health area. But when I was halfway downstairs, I felt trembling all over. I thought a broom would slip away from my hand. Never mind, but I'm too busy. How can I pick them up? I was just about to release the garbage shovel and pick up the broom. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of me and looked around. Oh, it turned out to be Xiao Rui, a classmate of our class.
I thought, although he and I are at the back table. But I don't usually have much contact with him. We don't know each other well. Why? Is he going to help me pick up the broom? I saw him pick up the broom without hesitation, took all the brooms and a garbage shovel from me, and said that I would help you take the broom and garbage shovel to the sanitary area. I looked behind him and thought, oh, no, he's going to the classroom to read early, and he didn't even put his schoolbag away. I met him halfway, and he was walking to the health area with tools. I stopped him and said that your schoolbag had not been put away. I also tried my best to catch up with him and told him breathlessly that your schoolbag had not been put in the classroom. Then he turned to me and said, Oh, look at my brain, forget it first, but it's okay. I'll clean the sanitation area later, and we'll carry it together! I nodded, but then I thought, ha, you mean you have to stay and clean the sanitation area with our group? He nodded at me and said, yeah, why? Can't you? Looking at her puzzled eyes, I smiled and said to him, how could it be? It's too late for me to thank you, Xiao Rui. I just picked up the broom and swept the floor.
Although the sanitary area of our class is only the size of a palm, the petals and small fruits on the tree have been swept away, and the wind blows and falls to the ground. With his help, we finished five times faster than before, and I can't help but admire him from the bottom of my heart.
After this incident, we talked to each other a lot and became familiar with each other. When we encounter difficulties in our study, we will also help each other. It became my good friend. Maybe this is the real friendship!