A selfless person.

Some people praise the tall and strong pine trees; Some people praise Hongmei for not being afraid of cold; Some people praise the noble character of bamboo; Some people praise the tenacious vitality of the grass ..... who let them be praised, but the soil is a simple and selfless soil that nobody cares about. In fact, it is the most commendable soil. He paid for others in obscurity.

There are also many people around us who are selfless as dirt. There is such a cleaner, I still don't know his name, but I still clearly remember his selfless quality.

It was a winter vacation and it was very cold. It coincides with the Chinese New Year, and I go to my grandmother's house to pay a New Year call against the cold wind. As soon as I went out, the biting cold wind blew on my face. Fortunately, I wore a thick cotton-padded jacket, otherwise I would have frozen into ice. Firecrackers were everywhere along the way, and pedestrians were attracted by the excitement. They never found that in the corner of the street, next to the gutter, there was a man cleaning up the garbage in the gutter without complaint. It is because the ditch is blocked that it can't be discharged. The drain pipe of the building where I live always overflows, and the house stinks. I stepped forward curiously. Suddenly, a pungent smell came to my face, and I quickly stepped back. Later, I saw this aunt again. She has been by the ditch. Does she never frown? Thinking about thinking, I still can't help but walk past. I saw this aunt cleaner wearing only a thin sweater, scarf and worker's gloves, and a woman of about fourteen years old was shoveling garbage with a shovel. He scooped up the garbage with a shovel and poured it into a nearby iron bucket. Because the ditch was badly blocked, the garbage inside could not be shoveled, so I had to take off my gloves and dig. Aunt endured the bad smell and worked hard. Beads of sweat streamed down her face on this cold day. Her hand is broken, and she has no time to look. She still kept a posture and continued to dig ditches. After unremitting efforts, the ditch was finally opened. Aunt's clothes, pants, gloves and scarves are all dirty. She put on her gloves carefully and smiled happily. The next day, I came home and found that the air at home was much fresher and the neighbors were very happy. But who would have known that there was an anonymous person who dug ditches for his neighbors in winter? At this time, I remembered that aunt again. How selfless her beautiful and brilliant smile is!

In fact, in society, there are still many people who regard it as dirt and have been giving themselves in obscurity without asking for anything in return. I think, aren't these people who have contributed to mankind equally great? Isn't it more valuable than flowers and trees? She is an unknown devotee. I want to praise you, praise the soil, praise her silent efforts, and I will always remember you!

Two short stories and a great composition of truth. 300 words

Small story and great truth

A kindergarten teacher plays games with the children in her class. She told the children to bring a plastic bag with potatoes from home. Every potato has the name of the person he hates most written on it, so the more people he hates, the more potatoes he has in his pocket. The next day, every child brought some potatoes. Some are two, some are three, and the most is five. Then the teacher said, "You take this bag of potatoes with you everywhere, even if you go to the toilet."

As the days passed, children began to complain that moldy potatoes gave off an unpleasant smell. Besides, those children who have five potatoes don't want to carry heavy bags with them. A week later, the game was over and the children were finally liberated.

The teacher asked them, "How do you feel with potatoes this week?" The children said in dismay that it was inconvenient to move with potato bags, and moldy potatoes smelled bad.

At this time, the teacher told them the meaning of the game. She said, "It's like hating someone you hate in your heart. The poison gas of jealousy will erode your mind, so take it with you wherever you go. If you can't stand the smell of rotten potatoes for a week, how can you let the poisonous gas of jealousy take over your life? "

So don't carry the burden of hatred all your life. It is better to forgive others' mistakes.

The most beautiful story composition in my hometown is 300 words.

My beautiful hometown.

My hometown is the beautiful Tianfu Garden Water City-Jintang. Located in the northeast of Chengdu Plain, it is the first of thousands of miles of Tuojiang River. It's 36 kilometers from Chengdu.

There are many bridges in my hometown. One is connected with another, including Pi River Bridge, Beihe Bridge, Gongnong Bridge, Hantan Bridge, Ping 'an Bridge, Zhonghe Bridge, Sanxing Bridge, and many unknown small bridges. ...

There are many rivers in my hometown. There are the North River, the Middle Reaches and the Pi River. Three rivers run through the county, like three jade belts passing through the city, and converge into a beautiful Tuojiang River downstream of Hantan Bridge.

There is a lot of water in my hometown. The county is surrounded by three big rivers, like a huge green island, surrounded by clear rivers. On both sides of the river, weeping willows, green grass, flowers in full bloom, birds singing and flowers smelling make people feel comfortable!

My hometown is rich in products. It is a famous hometown of citrus, a producing area of four seasons fruits such as apples, peaches, plums, pears, walnuts and watermelons, and a green and pollution-free vegetable production base.

My hometown has charming scenery and many places of interest. The famous Genting Shicheng, Paotai Mountain, Shujiawan Catholic Church, Tuojiang Three Gorges, etc. Genting Stone Town, with steep stone steps, seems to extend all the way to the horizon, so that you can never walk; Lohan in the temple at the top of the mountain, my hometown holds a water recreation festival or a music fireworks festival every May Day, and the most memorable one is the second music fireworks on May Day, 2008.

At that time, Jinsha Park was crowded with people. All kinds of unpredictable fireworks shapes and cheerful music attracted cheers and applause from the audience. Some fireworks are like smoke cages, some are like waterfalls, some are like ducks, and some are like scattered flowers ... Beautiful and spectacular fireworks are reflected in the river, forming a beautiful picture.

Ah! This is my beautiful hometown-Tianfu Garden Water City. Welcome to my hometown.

Write a story about an acquaintance, with a composition of 300 words.

If you ask me who I know best, I will definitely say my mother.

My mother is of medium height, with a round face, a small mouth and a pair of dimples when she smiles.

My mother is very capable. She can not only cook well, but also keep the house tidy. Everything in the house was cleaned by her mother. Mother cooks our favorite dishes every day, which makes our whole family full. Besides cooking and doing housework, my mother always cares about my study when she is free. If I encounter impossible or difficult problems, my mother always gives me patient guidance, so that I can overcome one difficulty after another in my study and enhance my confidence and courage in overcoming difficulties.

My mother is very concerned about me. I remember once, when I was sick, my mother brought me a bowl of medicine. I smelled it and knew it was bitter, so I didn't drink it. My mother looks like a tiger. I can tell at a glance that it's not good. I drank the medicine at once, and my mother had a smile on her face.

This is my mother. I love my mother, and I love her hardworking and capable hands more. I'm really proud of having such a mother. This is my good mother!

Five princesses' fairy tales are 300 words.

Once upon a time, there lived an old man in a place. Because the old man cuts bamboo for a living every day, people call him "the old man who cuts bamboo". One day, as usual, the old man went up the mountain to cut bamboo. It's an autumn morning, the sky is crisp and there are no clouds in Wan Li. The old man walked into the bamboo forest, looked around and found a shiny bamboo. "Huh?" The old man was puzzled, so he cut down this bamboo. At this time, strange things happened; There is a little girl in bamboo. The old man was surprised. I immediately gave the child a gentle stick. Oh, what a lovely little girl! "Great joy, great joy!" Because the old man has no children, he wants to treat the little girl as his own child. "Hurry home and show it to the old lady!" "Ah, this little girl is really likable. The old lady is also very happy. This abandoned home is full of excitement now. The old man wove a delicate bamboo basket with tender bamboo and put the little girl in it. Since then, when old people cut bamboo, they often find all kinds of treasures in bamboo. The life of the old people is getting better and better. The little girl is getting better every day. In three months, you will look like an adult. Since I had this little girl, my home has been bright, with walls and corners. So the old man named her "Princess Moonlight". This is a gentle and beautiful moonlight princess! " "The moonlight princess smart! "Everyone praised it. Praise for Princess Moonlight spread from the village to the capital, and finally the emperor heard it. The emperor said, "If this woman is really so gentle and beautiful, I also want to meet her. Go and show me what it looks like first. "So, an imperial envoy was sent. However, Princess Moonlight said, "No, no, I'm not such a good girl. "She didn't see the imperial envoy. Princess Moonlight lived safely for three years after she was born from bamboo. This spring, Princess Moonlight often looks at the moon alone with a sad face. Grandparents asked distractedly; " What happened? Why are you so absorbed? "Princess Moonlight only replied," No, nothing happened. "Autumn is coming. It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival. Princess Moonlight always sobs every night. When the two old people asked why, she said, "I was originally from the Moon Palace. This Mid-Autumn Festival, the Moon Palace will pick me up. Looks like we have to break up. I am crying for this. " Both old people were surprised. So he asked the emperor to protect Princess Moonlight. Finally came to August 15. There are many guards in the palace. Armed with knives and bows and arrows, they surrounded the old man's home layer by layer. It's getting dark, and a bright moon rises from Dongshan. "What can I do if the prostitute is gone! "Grandma led Princess Moonlight into the barn. Grandpa is standing at the barn door. The moon rises gradually in Zhejiang. This area is also illuminated as during the day. Soon, white clouds floated around the moon, and then, I don't know where wonderful music came from. At first glance, a large group of people drove cars and rode white clouds, falling from the sky. The emperor's bodyguard was blinded by the moonlight and could do nothing. The barn door opened automatically. Princess Moonlight came out under the guidance of a fairy. "Thanks to the care of the two old people, this kindness will never be forgotten. Please remember me every moonlit night. "Then, Princess Moonlight changed into the clothes of the Moon Palace. The moonlight is brighter. The car was carrying Princess Yuetou, and Ran Ran quietly rose to the sky. The music in the Moon Palace faded away.

The story composition of six stories is 300 words.

The story in the story opens the Chinese book, in addition to seeing a paragraph of text and a beautiful picture, there are some stories hidden in the Chinese book. Now, please follow me to find them.

In "Apologize with a humble apology", we got to know a figure who has the tail from wagging the dog-Lin Xiangru. Still want to know his story? This story is "Return to Zhao in one piece". The story goes like this: During the Warring States Period, the king of Zhao got a piece of Baoyu "He Shibi", which was known by the king of Qin, so he wrote a letter and exchanged it with fifteen cities. The prince of Zhao thought that the king of Qin only wanted to take advantage and refused to suffer. Don't promise, afraid of qin siege; What if I promise? I'm afraid I will be cheated. At this moment, Lin Xiangru stood up and said, "Your Majesty, let me give' He Shibi' to the king of Qin. If it doesn't need fifteen cities in exchange, I will definitely bring it back intact. " The prince of Zhao knew that Lin Xiangru was a witty and brave man, so he agreed. When Lin Xiangru arrived in Qin, the king of Qin greeted him in the palace. Lin Xiangru presented the "Choi" with both hands to the King of Qin. Qin forgot to hold the jade in his hand and looked around. He liked it very much, but he didn't mention fifteen cities. When Lin Xiangru saw this situation, he immediately said to the king of Qin, "Harmony is good. But there is a small problem. " The king of Qin immediately gave this jade to Lin Xiangru. Lin Xiangru stepped back and leaned against the post and said, "If your majesty insists on persecuting me, I would rather hit my head on this post with this treasure jade!" " Lin Xiangru said, and lifted the "and choi", to the post, and fell over. The king of Qin had no choice but to let Lin Xiangru go.

This is a story hidden in a Chinese book.

Write a 300-word composition about fairy tales.

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A long time ago, there was an ordinary woman. Her hair is black and bright, long and hanging down her waist. Her eyebrows are bent like the moon, her eyes are like round grapes, her nose is small, her mouth is like a cherry, and she likes to wear beautiful skirts. She is very beautiful! A beautiful woman, her name is Chang 'e.

Chang 'e is a very beautiful woman. People like Chang 'e very much because she is beautiful. The children called her Sister Chang 'e after Chang 'e.

One day, a man came to the village She looks very ill and has a hard time walking. He walked to the door of Chang 'e's house and fainted. In fact, that person is not sick, just listening to others say that Chang 'e is very kind and caring. The fairy wanted to test Chang 'e to see if she was kind and caring. If she is kind and caring, let Chang 'e be a fairy. At this time, Chang 'e heard the door ring and opened it. It was a patient. Chang 'e didn't know that the man was a fairy, so she couldn't wait to help the patient home and invited several doctors to see the patient. Slowly, the patient recovered. A few days later, the patient said to Chang 'e, "Actually, I am a fairy in the sky. I'm not sick, but others say you are kind and caring. I want to test you. I will give it to Chang 'e. " Chang 'e took two pills and slowly flew into the sky.

After Chang 'e flew to heaven, people in the village missed him. Whenever the moon rises at night, people in the village point to the moon and say, "Look, look, that's Chang 'e's hotel, where our sister Chang 'e lives."

Eight essays, 300 words, a particularly sad story.

There is a feeling that I hope it will last forever. It took many years to find that it had faded away. Then I understood: what we hold in our hands is not necessarily what we really have; What we have is not necessarily what we really remember! In fact, life often needs to give up consciously!

There are too many beautiful things in the world. We have been longing for and pursuing the beauty that we don't have. Busy in order to get. In fact, what you really need often takes many years to understand, and even you don't know what to do all your life! For the beauty we already have, we are uneasy and worried because of the experiences we often get and lose. The fleeting sigh of the sunset, the troubles of flowers blooming and falling, and the unhappiness of life!

Because when we have it, we may lose it, and when we give it up, we may regain it. We cannot be absolutely sure of everything. If you deliberately pursue and possess, it will be difficult to get out of the misunderstanding of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss.

I came to this world not because of you, but because you are more attached to this world! If I can be with you, I will be grateful to the world. If I can't be with you, I will walk away silently, but I still won't lose my love and gratitude for the world. Thank God for letting me meet you and leave you, and finish a poem created by God! "Life has given us endless sadness and eternal answers. So, I gave up safely and insisted on a detachment! It doesn't matter how the secular life of the world of mortals changes, how the personal choice changes, and how heavy the things in our hands are. We are all brave to escape, but we are sad and gratified!

We go to the depths of life as usual, we give up gradually as usual, and we are firm step by step!

There is a feeling that insomnia is always "acacia";

There is a fate that I always believe is "eternal" after waking up from my dream;

There is an eye that always sees "attachment" when breaking up;

Giving up is also a kind of beauty

There was an umbrella that lasted for a long time and refused to accept it when the rain stopped;

There is a bunch of flowers that will not be thrown away after smelling for a long time;

Persistence is ignorance.

However, I think there are always some things worth insisting on in life, and there are always some people worth waiting for, so that we can know how to cherish and pay, and therefore be happy.

I like this persistence, sometimes even if it hurts, it will hurt and be happy.

However, the change of the world has taught me to carefully distinguish the difference between persistence and blind persistence.

Someone once told me: I keep it, that is, cherish it. This is a little persistent.

Wholehearted dedication, silent persistence and waiting, due tolerance and patience, those who want to stay will still go, and persistence is just persistence.

In love, persistence is to exchange true feelings for true feelings. If nothing can be exchanged, persistence means persistence.

Staying doesn't mean you still love; Leaving doesn't mean not loving. Getting is not necessarily lucky; Losing is not necessarily misfortune.

As long as, after a relationship, we still believe in love, we can still love and love ourselves.

People who love themselves will constantly pursue perfection and be responsible for their feelings and actions. Only in this way can we be qualified to love others and to be loved.

However, it is dangerous to love yourself without self-discipline, and it is easy to become selfish.

"When the fire lights up, time stops. We are free. We can say what we are afraid to say and do what we are afraid to do. The fire is out, everything seems to have never happened, and time continues. " When Sophie Marceau said this sentence in Heart Fire, I believe that she got rid of the secular bondage and ignited the faith of love in the beating fire. Rough love is easy to shake the world, but that kind of love needs courage more.

If you can't love bravely, leave bravely; If you can't tolerate it, hate it boldly.

Hate is not love, indifference is love.

Love, like a very sour word, I regard it as a general term for all beautiful, honest, kind and lovely emotions.

Because it is so cute, it often becomes a cover, hiding greed and possession behind it. . . . . .

Don't let love deceive yourself and others.

In short, those who dare to persist in giving courage to love will certainly get the happiness they deserve!

If you hold your hand too tightly, you will get nothing ~ ~ ~

The writing of 9,300 words in Andersen's fairy tales

The King of Fairy Tales: Andersen's Argument? First day? 700 words, everyone came to this world passively. Babies have never been asked: Do you want to be born? Babies can't choose their birthplace, which family they are born in, and which pair of men and women to be their parents ... Andersen is like this. The poverty of his childhood intensified his obsession and enthusiasm for the fairy tale world. Denmark, a small country, but I think it will also be proud of Andersen. There are almost as many versions of Andersen's fairy tales as there are many languages in the world. There are as many widely used languages as there are about Andersen's voice. There is no doubt that Andersen made history for Denmark. Maybe it's my ignorance. For me, Denmark is a strange land, and only Andersen makes me feel familiar. I also like Andersen's fairy tales very much. His fairy tales are almost household names. Hai's daughter, ugly duckling, red shoes, Thumbelina ... too many, but they all went out of Denmark, Europe and the world. This is enough to prove the charm of Andersen's fairy tales. I loved Andersen's fairy tales when I was a child. Andersen's fairy tales are always reprinted, which shows the beauty of Andersen's fairy tales. The shoemaker's son, known to almost everyone in the world, has experienced too many bumps and setbacks. Maybe he was born with the same body, the same crying, and the same childhood and life as a poor child. He was once laughed at and ridiculed enough to make him discouraged and give up his dream. What made him stick to the end and win? Just a love of literature? What kind of love does that make him have the courage to overcome all this that ordinary people can't overcome? Is it persistence? Is it waiting? Is it faith? Or ...? Struggle, a person's willpower and perseverance, let him overcome all this. His reward is the recognition of his literature by people all over the world, and almost every child is full of enthusiasm for his fairy tales. Such a return is enough to satisfy him. Hard life finally paid off; Everything I've been through has finally paid off. Time also proves that he is right. Andersen, a wonderful name, was once an unknown name. Experience has made him grow; Suffering made him mature; Grief keeps him lighting the flame of life ... People live to struggle, the king of fairy tales, no, he is the king of historical fairy tales.

A beautiful story in the composition of grade 14, about 300 words.

Title: "A Beautiful Story"

He is 2 1 year old and she 19 years old. They are brothers and sisters who are closer than brothers and sisters. In my brother's heart, my sister is more important than anything else. In my sister's heart, she regards her brother as her spiritual sustenance-the prince charming in her mind. But affection always trumps love-my brother has a girlfriend. It was kept from his sister because he didn't want her to get hurt. At that time, he didn't know what his sister thought of him. Finally, one day, my brother and his girlfriend are going to send out the good news of marriage.

Sister can't control her love for her brother, and she can't bear to hurt the person she likes. So she decided to study abroad. Of course, she found a boyfriend abroad. He was kind to her, and she gradually forgot the pain in her heart. But one day, they happened to meet again-on a boat. My brother has broken up with his girlfriend. My sister knows the opportunity is coming, but she doesn't want to hurt her boyfriend, because he is really nice. But my brother-my sweetheart. My sister made an incredible decision. She wants a boyfriend and a brother. She decided to commit suicide. On this ship, with the truth and hatred of the world, family always triumphs over love. But her boyfriend also committed suicide with her. Unfortunately, my brother didn't understand why my sister committed suicide until he died. Remember not to be bound by the rules of the world, but to bravely create your own true love.