My grandfather is the king of stories. Every night, he tells me stories. Yesterday, his story was very touching. The name of this story is "four pence".

Start telling stories. I was talking when my mother was talking. I vaguely heard the following passage: "Are you the gentleman who bought a box of matches from Sandy?" The gentleman nodded his head. Oh, then.

Here's a shilling, and the remaining four pence. Sandy can't come, his leg was broken by the carriage, and the doctor said he would die. He lost his hat, matches and your 1 1 penny. Here is the change you can find. "

The little boy put four pence on the table and cried sadly. The gentleman comforted the little boy and went to see Sandy with him.

The two little guys live with their dirty and alcoholic stepmother again. Their own mother has passed away. Poor sandy is lying on a pile of sawdust. The gentleman recognized him as soon as he entered the door. He said, "I changed my change and was about to come back when a horse knocked me down and my leg was broken." Ruby. Little Ruby! I'm definitely not going to live. Who will take care of Ruby while I'm away? What about you, Ruby? "

The gentleman took poor Sandy's hand and told him, "I will always take care of Ruby."

Sandy understood what the gentleman said, looked at the gentleman hard, as if thanking him, and then the brilliance in his small blue eyes disappeared. ...

After listening to this story, I can't help crying. The little boy lost his life to get back the change of a shilling paid by this gentleman, which shows how honest he is. How touching! In the future, I will learn from Sandy and be a good boy who speaks honesty. Honesty should start from myself.

Every year in the pride column of China people, there are many heroes who gave their lives to save others. I still remember that there are eight words on the trophy that China people are proud of: courage.

love

, responsibility

wisdom

. The reason why they are called heroes is in line with these eight Chinese characters.

Touching scenes can appear in any way. Cong Fei, for example, may have heard of it. He graduated from the Conservatory of Music and later sang in many places. He has a high income. Enough for his family to live a carefree life, but he didn't. Instead, he donated all the money he earned from the performance to those children who couldn't afford to go to school. He only lived in his thirties because he had stomach cancer. Knowing this news, he was afraid that his family would worry about him, so he discouraged them from treating the disease easily. Don't worry! The news forced him to die, leaving behind his family and children who needed his help. During the time he sponsored, the funds reached 6.5438+0 million yuan. Who can't be moved by this amazing number? Before his death, he also signed a cornea donation book and gave it to those in need. Such a good person, who can not be moved by this kind of behavior?

Whenever I see the story and deeds of Cong Fei on TV, I will burst into tears. Because it is the most proud hero! Dedicated his life to people in need,

In this world, the most precious thing is that a kind heart creates those touching things. Let's also give our love and be a person worthy of being touched by others and proud of you!

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B.500-word story writing

Ungrateful retribution

In a beautiful big forest, there are many lively and lovely little animals. They love each other and talk about everything. Only the proud peacock Meimei thinks that others are not at the same level as her, because others are not as good at singing and beautiful as her, so she has few friends.

One day, Peacock Meimei was shopping. However, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs, and it happened that Mei Mei forgot to bring his umbrella. What should she do? Meimei hurried to a small pavilion, but it rained harder and harder, and her stomach was already growling with hunger. "If only I could fly home now!" Mei Mei thought. It's been raining ... in the dim light, the little crow came slowly with an umbrella. Mei Mei saw the baby, and waved desperately to the baby as if he had caught the straw. Dear heart is very kind. No matter how much Mei Mei despised her in the past, she went to help her.

Go to the kiosk and say to Mei Mei, "What's the matter with you? Did you forget to bring your umbrella? Can I help you? "

Meimei thought, you ugly bastard, do you want to use this excuse to talk to my noble princess, make friends, or go home together? It's daydreaming! However, for the sake of my stomach and going home early, I will make an exception and go home with you. But that's not making friends. Because, so far, there has never been an ugly person like you in our family. So Meimei nodded her head.

Darling and Meimei set off. The rain is also small, and the two gradually disappear into the drizzle. ...

Meimei finally got home, smiled and said to Meimei, "Your home is here, and I'm going home, too. Goodbye! " Say that finish, the little crow obediently waved to Meimei and left.

Meimei looked at the distant figure and thought: Ugly is finally gone, but should I thank her? Forget it. Is she worth it? No way! Finally, Meimei left without looking back.

The next day, after the rain cleared, Meimei went out to bask in the sun and happened to meet her sweetheart. So yesterday, no matter how much Darling helped her, as usual, she sneered at Darling in a beautiful voice: "Oh, ugly, come and bask in the sun! Can I give you my sunscreen? Also, you stay away from me, or your ugliness will infect me! "

It was sad to hear that, because she didn't expect that the people she had helped would do this to her now. So, she left silently.

At night, everyone fell asleep sweetly ... a little angel quietly ran to Mei Mei's house. Began to use magic and took away the beautiful voice.

From then on, Peacock Meimei became dumb and could no longer speak ill of her darling. Dear, she continues to influence others with her golden heart. ...

C. The story composition of my classmates and I is more than 500 words.

I hope I can help you and adopt it.

The story of me and my classmates.

I have a classmate named Cheng Peng. We once ate a pair of good friends, but the final contradiction tore our friendship apart.

At the end of an English class, the English teacher handed out English test papers for us to correct. The teacher Cheng Peng sitting behind me came to talk to Xu Jiayou about my jokes, such as they called me koala duck eggs. I just can't help it. Cheng Peng saw me like this, but continued to speak ill of me with Xu Jiayou, still smiling. I put his pencil case on the ground in a fit of pique. Not to be outdone, Cheng Peng rushed up and dragged my book to the ground. A "great war" began in this way.

We are both very angry. When you punched me and pulled me up, the English teacher and the classmates next to me came to stop the fight, but we still struggled against advice. Seeing that the situation was not good, several students called Mr. Zhang, the head teacher, and we were still playing until Mr. Zhang pulled us away. I cut Cheng Peng's face with a knife, and his glasses fell to the ground. Fortunately, they are not broken, but I am not hurt. Teacher Zhang asked the students who would start first. Some students stood on my side, others stood on his side, and then rushed to tell Mr. Zhang why. Teacher Zhang criticized both of us in turn, and we were both at fault.

When I got home, I felt it was my fault. I shouldn't hurt Cheng Peng, so I plan to buy some food for Cheng Peng. The next day, I gave the snacks to Cheng Peng and said I was sorry. Nothing seems to have happened in Cheng Peng. He smiled and said to me, "It doesn't matter, we are still good friends."

Through this incident, I understand that people should be generous and not stingy, so as to make more friends.

I have a very good classmate-Chen Yipeng. Whenever I have a math problem that I can't do, he always helps me patiently until I understand it.

I remember once, I got more than 70 points in the math exam. Teacher Gu said that our class didn't do well in the math exam. Let's correct it ourselves. I quickly corrected it, except for one topic. Just when I was puzzled, Chen Yipeng came up and said, "Zhao Weiqiang, can't you correct it?"? Do you want me to teach you? " There is sincerity in the tone. "Thank you for your kindness, I will correct it myself!" I said angrily, revealing that I was angry with myself! "Oh, then I want to see if you have this ability?" After 30 minutes, I couldn't help sweating, but the math problem was still unsolved. At this point, Chen Yipeng swaggering came along. "Have you worked it out?" "Quick, it's almost solved." "Let me see." "Oh, Zhao Weiqiang, I don't know, I said I know. I really want to save face. I'll teach you, first ... then ... and finally ... you see this topic is so simple. " My brain suddenly opened. "If you have no problem, come to me next time. We are good friends! "

When Teacher Gu asked me this question, I answered it fluently. Teacher Gu gave a thumbs-up sign. After class, I ran to Chen Yipeng's desk and thanked him. But he said, "It's right to help others."

This is my classmate Chen Yipeng, and I will never forget him.

D.500-word story composition

The story of growing up

I just finished the third grade of primary school that year and moved to Shanghai with my family.

One day, my mother took me to the school guidance office and prepared to change classes. The teacher gave me a math test paper first, and I found it not difficult to check it. Then the teacher gave me a Chinese test paper. There were many questions that I couldn't understand at first glance. At that time, my mind was still clear, so I asked, "Teacher, which version of the textbook is used in your school?" The teacher handed me a Chinese book. Let me see, wow! It is half as big and much thicker than the book I studied in Guangdong, and the content is far from perfect. Finally, the teacher gave me an English test paper, and I took it and saw it in a blur. Suddenly I was blindsided and helpless, so I had to say to the teacher, "I haven't learned many questions." All this makes me very depressed.

The school finally decided to reread for one year, or buy a set of books for self-study, and then make a decision after the exam. These two roads are in front of me. Of course, I don't want to go the first way.

On the way home, my mother and I were silent. But as soon as I entered the house, I couldn't restrain my emotions. Complain to my mother: "if you don't let me transfer, there won't be today's situation;" If I were allowed to study in Shanghai from the first year of high school, I would be great, too; "If You" ... "

At this time, my father kindly called me to my side and handed me two lines on a piece of paper. He said kindly, "son, please read it to your father." My anger has not subsided, but I dare not disobey my father's orders. I had to read: "It is difficult to cross the road against the wind, but it is difficult to sharpen one's ambition and regain strength." Then dad explained it to me seriously. My father's words inspired me.

I quickly apologized to my mother and asked her to buy me a set of teaching books. It only took me two months to study hard and finally went to school.

From that day on, I took this sentence from my father as my motto. On the long road of life in the future, I will overcome many difficulties and climb towards my goal! Climb up! Climb again!

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E.500-word story composition.

Six years in primary school seems to be a long time, but in fact it is very short. I have left many unforgettable memories here. The most unforgettable thing is the deep and pure friendship between my classmates and me.

Every time we have a break, there is always a hearty laugh in our class. That man is my good buddy-Zhao Yuxiong. He has short hair, a Chinese face, faint eyebrows and a pair of eyes full of curiosity. He looks like a "living fairy" all day. The expression on his face is always sunny.

Looking back on the scenes in the past six years, I am very moved.

I remember that after the final exam of grade three, the teacher punished me for my summer homework. I found a place in it that was not clearly printed, so I wanted to borrow it from Lao Zhao. But Zhao Yuxiong went to the choir to sing, so I found the exercise book in his schoolbag and took it away. Unexpectedly, just as I was about to return it to him, his exercise book disappeared. I was in a hurry. I searched everywhere, but I still couldn't find it. Zhao Yuxiong is back. He rummaged through his schoolbag and seemed to find that his notebook was missing. I went over and said, "Brother Zhao, I don't know what to say." He was puzzled and asked, "What is it?" "I ... I lost your book ..." I think Zhao Yuxiong must be angry. I was waiting for the storm, but to my surprise, he just sighed deeply and said nothing. When I saw it, I quickly knelt on the ground with my hands clenched and said respectfully, "Thank you for not killing me. I will never forget it." Then he smiled.

After the summer vacation, I went back to school and an incredible thing happened. Zhao Yuxiong didn't buy a new one himself, but borrowed one from others. Every time I think about it, my heart is warm. He is really my good friend.

I remember another time, when I was in the fifth grade, my composition level was below average in my class. My composition is always written after sitting down. My good buddy Zhao Yuxiong volunteered to help me correct my composition. After class, I sat in front of him, listened to his advice and carefully revised my composition. Even if it is a punctuation mark, he must carefully consider it, and no typo can escape his eyes. Zhao Yuxiong ignored Rao Shuai, who called him again. His determination to correct my composition remains firm. He refused him with a humorous sentence: "Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is helping people to correct their composition. Please redial later." We all laughed. Rao Shuai left, and with the help of Zhao Yuxiong, my composition finally entered the book. There are not only the handwriting left by the teacher, but also all the blue pages left by Zhao Yuxiong.

Endless stories, classmates' feelings, even if the innocent life of primary school is over, these lovely images will remain in my heart forever. Maybe we will never be together again, but I am willing to keep this friendship in my heart! Forever, forever ...

F. My story composition is 500 words.

I have big watery eyes, cute little face and rough hands. I often do stupid things. this is me

I learned to ride a bike when I was five years old. I was afraid of falling and getting hurt, so I asked my grandmother to sit on the stool with the front of the car. I am learning to drive quickly, and soon I will know how to balance.

Grandma says I can, but I'm still afraid of falling and getting hurt. I want grandma to sit on the stool, not in front. Grandma saw me riding steadily, so she secretly let go of the hand that helped me sit on the stool and let me go on. After a while, I felt faster and faster, so I stopped the car and planned to let my grandmother push it slowly. But I found my grandmother standing a dozen meters away from me, smiling at me. I shouted at my grandmother, "Why don't you help me?" If you let go, I will fall. "Grandma said," Didn't you just ride well and not fall? "You can stop helping."

I was frightened and clamored for grandma's help. Grandma can understand the fear of a five-year-old child and continue to help me ride a bike. But grandma helps me symbolically every time, and I lose my temper every time I find out.

Hey! Grandma, I'm sorry to learn to drive. Since I learned to ride a bike as a child, I have understood a truth: only when people are not afraid of difficulties, do not rely on others, overcome psychological obstacles and go forward bravely can they make progress. I am alone.

G.500-word idiom story composition 15 articles

I have read many books since I was a child, among which I like idiom stories best. There are many stories in Idiom Story, such as trying to teach others to swim, trying to build a car behind closed doors, hopeless, trying to build a car behind closed doors and so on. I like to pull out the seedlings and encourage them, and I like to hide behind closed doors.

Pulling out seedlings to encourage others is about a very impatient farmer in Song State. After he planted the seedlings, he went to see if the seedlings had grown up every day, but the seedlings were still the same, and they didn't grow at all. One day, he thought of a way to pull up the seedlings one by one and returned home. He also told his son that the seedlings had grown taller. Hearing this, my son has another thing. He hurried to the edge of the field and saw all the seedlings hanging their heads and dying.

The idiom "pulling out seedlings to encourage growth" means that regardless of the law of development of things, the result is to make things worse. Also called "encouraging seedling growth". I think this farmer really wants the seedlings to grow up. He wants to weed, fertilize and kill insects so that the seedlings can grow.

The Shadow of a Cup Bow and Snake tells the story of a man named Le Guang in the Western Jin Dynasty. Once, he invited a friend to his house for a drink, and when he drank, his friend suddenly said that he was a little sick, so he went home first. Le Guang thought: Is it because of my poor hospitality that my friend is angry? I don't think so! Leguang decided to have a look. It was not until he arrived at his friend's house that he knew the ins and outs of this matter. Le Guang is confused. When he went home to observe carefully, he suddenly saw a bow hanging on the wall of the living room, which looked like a curved snake. Yue Guangming knew that he invited his friend home for a drink again, and he was still sitting in that man's position. He saw the snake again. Le Guang smiled and said, "The snake in the cup is a bow on the wall." Friend, this just understand.

This idiom is often used to express being suspicious and worrying about yourself.

H. The story of the hand consists of 500 words.

I have a pair of ordinary hands, but my world is colorful. I was born small, red and soft, and my four fingers were weak. I stood up in despair, spread myself out and looked out. Suddenly a big hand appeared behind me and gently pressed me. It feels warm and kind, soft and comfortable. I wanted to see the outside world again, but I couldn't help falling asleep. I remember someone whispering to me in my dream, "Mom, Mom." Then, I had my first impression of my world, which was love and warmth. When I grew up and entered school, my teacher's hand became my "second mother". They are as warm and kind as their mother's hands, but because of heavy teaching and housework, the teacher's hands are prematurely aging, yellow, rough and cracked, just like the cracked land after a long drought without rain, which is covered with white chalk ash. I tried to wipe the teacher's hand with tears, but white can't be wiped off. The teacher's hand smiled and advised me not to, and said that those chalk ashes taught me a lot of knowledge when they were alive. But when I look at the indelible white, I can't say whether I like it or hate it. My world has taught me one thing: dedication and responsibility. Later, I entered the university, and my life had a turning point. I have made many good friends. He has a pair of hands. He is a little older than me, with rough skin and strong bones and muscles. He loves sports and treats people warmly, but he is a bit rude. He has a pair of hands, his palms are slightly hot, his fingers are straight and his fingertips are square. He has extraordinary explosive power, energetic, introverted and cautious. He has a pair of hands, slender fingers, slender palms, soft and flexible joints, full of childishness and romance, but does not pay attention to reality. And ..... after graduating from college, enter the society and take up jobs. Society represents the harsh and realistic side of my world, and the hands I meet at work also have their own characteristics. His forefinger is very long, pressing on the desktop, and his forefinger and middle finger are very open, which shows that he is aggressive and arbitrary in everything, only for himself; Next to me, Xiao Zhao's hand was folded and gently placed on the table. He is stiff and silent. On the right side of the section chief, Lao Jia's hand was cup-shaped and sucked his chin. He is experienced and thoughtful. Opposite Mr. Wang, the five fingers are open and buckled on the table, and the index finger is tapping gently with the fingertip. He is clever, brave and thoughtful. At the meeting, his beating was accompanied by the reprimand of the section chief, which made me groggy and often fell asleep. Being a novice is as tired as being a human being. I just put down my briefcase and had to socialize, dealing with cigarette glasses all night. I don't smoke, so I can get what I am afraid of. The customer's business section chief held a Hongtashan in his hand and pushed it in derisively. His fingernails were smoked yellow, yellow without a trace of blood, needless to say, he was an "old smoker". I finally threw away my cigarette, and the general manager's wine came at me. The general manager's surname is Qiu, but I have no resentment against his hands. I quite envy his hands. The fingers are very short, and the meat on the back of the hand is fat and thick, which looks mediocre. I have nothing to do when I am full all day. My colleague's elbow gave me a circle and pushed me into the corner, where we were whispering. Chief Qiu is famous and has two down sons. The company's loss 1000 million yuan. Creditors come to the door every day to force debts. Mr. Qiu was crying before, and he has already reorganized his assets. Hearing this, I quickly covered my heart and felt that "hand" was really shining. Suddenly, there was a feeling of coldness and swishing on my back. When I turned around, I don't know when a woman's hand stuck to my back from behind. There is smoke and wine in this hand, the glass is shaking slightly, and the smoke is curling. The strong smell of alcohol and smoke mixed with impatiens nail polish made me feel unspeakable nausea. It must be the general manager's little secret Maya! Hum, this woman, hum, this woman's hand. In this way, after several busy years, I finally found my other hand in the vast sea of "hands". She is exquisite and petite, with fair skin and bright and round nails. Her wisdom and beauty captured and conquered me. We fell in love soon. Soon, we were sworn in as husband and wife at the hands of the priest. That night, we couldn't sleep, so we lay on the grass and watched the moon. She leaned on my palm, and two blue diamond rings shone like water in the moonlight. Suddenly, she straightened up, turned around and complained to me that the diamond ring was not as big as the diamond in the middle of the sea in the movie Titanic, and it was not full enough. I held her back in my hand and looked at the moon, praying that our love would be as full, dull and long-lasting as the hero and heroine in the movie. I'm right this time. The next few decades are really dull and full. For decades, I have given her many things, such as house keys, car keys, current passbook, medical insurance, water, electricity and gas declaration forms and so on. She only gave me one thing: my son's hand. Just like when I was a child, it was red and soft. When I hold my son's hand, I feel that I am the happiest hand in the world. Unfortunately, I was only half right. Good times are always short, not long. When my son found his hand, she finally left me before she died. We hugged each other tightly and couldn't say anything. My son's hand is very filial to me, but I always feel that something is missing. Before long, my grandson's hand was born. Holding my grandson's hand and remembering her and her son when they were young, I couldn't help crying. I miss her all day, hoping to reunite with her, even in hell. When my grandson graduated from college, I was seriously ill. When I lay dying, all my relatives and friends gathered at my bedside. I held their hands and scanned them one by one. Birth, growth, work, marriage, having children, losing his wife and other scenes flashed before his eyes, from clear to vague, more and more vague, and finally almost nothing was seen. I know I should go. I shook my hand, sighed lightly, closed my eyes and left my world. It is said that after my death, someone made a couplet about my life, "life, clench your fist;" If you die, you will break up. " People say this pair is neatly written, but I can't see it.

A fairy tale composition of 500 words

Hedgehogs outsmart tigers.

One, the hedgehog killed a mouse. Bobcats want to eat mice, but hedgehogs don't agree.

So Bobcats sued Tiger King for "intentional homicide".

The tiger ordered the hedgehog to be put in an animal prison. He consulted with ministers about leopards and wolves and wanted to secretly kill and eat hedgehogs. But the hedgehog was full of thorns, so he couldn't do it, so he had to neither judge him nor give him anything to eat.

Hedgehog was so hungry that he thought of a good way to let the wolf take him to see the tiger. The tiger asked, "What did you come to see me for?" The hedgehog said unhurriedly, "Your Majesty, I want to present a pearl. This is what the mouse got. Put it on the table and there will be endless meat soon. " As soon as the tiger heard his mouth watering, he asked with a grain of salt, "Then why don't you keep it for yourself?"

The hedgehog said, "Your Majesty, this pearl can only be put on the table by people who have never killed good people. It will turn into meat. I killed a mouse, so I can't become meat. " The tiger wanted to pick up the pearl, and suddenly remembered that he had killed countless small animals, so he drew back his hand.

The hedgehog said, "Since the king dare not pick it up, please ask the leopard to pick it up." "I can't. My hands are too heavy, and I will break the pearls. " The leopard went straight back. He also often kills small animals.

"Then the wolf will pick it up." The hedgehog turned to the wolf. The wolf refused to answer. He also personally killed many small animals.

The hedgehog said with a smile, "You have all killed small animals, but none of them have been put in prison." I killed a mouse that endangered the forest kingdom and put me in prison. Is this fair? "The tiger king, the minister leopard and the wolf couldn't answer a word, so they had to release the hedgehog.