This is posted by fans of Zhang Chu Bar, saying that "The Preacher Hiding from Preaching" written by Yu Jie is very authentic: the final exam is approaching, and Lao Yin is ill, which is said to be a bit serious, and has been sent to the hospital for intravenous drip. On that day, Teacher Lili came to substitute for the class, and we were all very happy, just like seeing an old friend. -the more practical reason is that Lao Yin is not allowed to sleep in class, which makes us very helpless; Now that Miss Lili is back, we can at least have a good sleep. Unfortunately, what she said that day was too interesting for me. I didn't sleep for a second! -She is talking about what happened to Zhang Chu when he was wandering around Beijing Normal University! This is the text summarized by netizens: Zhang Chu wandered to Beijing in the mid-1980s. He is penniless and there is no food on the road. He found a small restaurant at random, told his boss that he was singing, and took out a guitar and sang a song on the spot. If the boss is in a good mood, he can have a hearty meal. Comrades, take a look. This is the dilemma of wandering artists. I believe that Zhang Chu must have seen "Notorious on the Road". ) Later, Zhang Chu went to Beijing Normal University and lived in the dormitory on the 4th floor of the Northwest Building, sharing a bed with friends from the Chinese Department. At that time, their whole dormitory was poor. In order to help Zhang Chu, everyone implements * * * production in the dormitory. They do this: at the beginning of each month, everyone puts their meal tickets in the same drawer. Whoever is hungry will go to the drawer to get it, and if he has money, he will buy some meal tickets and put them back. They persisted in this way for more than a year until graduation. When these people parted ways, Zhang Chu also left Normal University. According to Miss Lili, Zhang Chu was very famous in the Chinese Department at that time. He often runs to the podium with his guitar at recess and tells everyone, "I wrote another new song, and now I want to sing it to you." Friends who want to listen can stay and listen. " At that time, many people were willing to stay and listen to his songs, including our Miss Lili. According to Miss Lili, she sympathized with the little boy and heard almost all the songs sung by Zhang Chu in the classroom. Moreover, the most amazing thing is that one morning in the late 1980s, Zhang Chu was wearing a tattered shirt, sitting on the platform of Normal University, and sang his famous Sister for the first time. At that time, Zhang Chu said to the people in the classroom, "I just wrote this song and gave it to my sisters." -"Sisters" actually have a Miss Lily! Miss Lili said: "At that time, Zhang Chu was particularly pitiful, which led to the proliferation of motherhood among Chinese girls. So the Chinese Department specially recruited Zhang Chu. Many girls in the department are willing to help him. He is younger than us, so he recognizes many sisters. " I'm surprised to hear that. Think about it, Zhang Chu. This guy who influenced countless young people in the 1990s turned out to be the adopted brother of Miss Lili in the 1980s. Looks like fate is really unpredictable. Incidentally, I also live on the 4th floor of the Northwest Building now, and I often wander back and forth between Chinese department dorms. I once saw such a poem on the bed board in Room 430: "I miss you/the evening breeze dragging a glass wall under the melancholy/starry sky". These words were engraved on the bed board and later painted with a ballpoint pen. They are very bright. I don't know whether this is Zhang Chu's work or not, but it is similar to the lyrics of a song by Zhang Chu. If this is not the work of later generations, then this should be the last trace of Zhang Chu's stay in Beijing Normal University. I can almost see that on a summer night, in the dead of night, skinny Zhang Chu took out his ballpoint pen and wrote these poems on the bed board overhead. He didn't know that these sentences were sung by young people from generation to generation in the 1990s. He should not know that when he left, these sentences were carved with a knife and described sentence by sentence until today.
Ii. A love story between me and a sister who is 18 years older than me.
Your love. . . . . Um ... . . .
Just do it, don't think too long-get married-have children or something.
Anyway, you are young and strong, and she needs fresh energy.
Iii. Ask a touching ghost story about my sister.
He stood in front of the mirror, and a female ghost came slowly towards him from behind. Suddenly, his cold hand covered his eyes. "Guess who I am?" The voice was cold and terrible. He was calm and expressionless. "You are a ghost." "Oh, it's boring. You guessed it again. " The cold voice instantly turned into anger. She stamped her feet, turned into a puff of smoke, and floated back to the urn. "Silly wife, I haven't played enough for more than 20 years," he complained, but her wrinkled face was filled with happiness.
A car flew by and Xiaoli died like this. On that road, she became a ghost, and she vowed to take revenge and eat all the lonely people on this road. One night, Xiao Li saw a ghost trying to eat a little boy who was walking at night. She thought, how could my first action fail tonight? So she floated over and said to the ghost, He is my brother. Do not eat him. The ghost said: You used to be a family, so I stopped eating. Say that finish, the ghost floated away. The little boy said happily, Sister, thank you for helping me drive away the ghost. Aren't you afraid of me? I'm not human, Xiaoli said. The little boy looked at Xiaoli: Because you are an angel, you are an angel. Tomorrow I will tell my classmates that I saw an angel! ! Xiaoli thought for a moment and said yes, my sister is an angel to protect you. Then Xiaoli escorted him home. Since then, Xiaoli has never eaten anyone, and people who walk at night are not afraid of ghosts because there are angels. .............
My hands are sore when I beat my own hands. There are some bad places to forgive.
Ⅳ An interesting 500-word composition that happened between my sister and me during the summer vacation.
I am very happy because I have a good sister who cares about me. My sister cares more about me than herself, and my sister exchanges love for my respect for her.
One day, my sister and I made an appointment to go to the bookstore to buy our favorite books. I clung to the little money I had worked so hard to save along the way. When I came to the bookstore, a book came to my face, and all kinds of interesting books on the bookcase fascinated me. I look at this, touch that, choose this, and then choose that. There are so many good books. Suddenly, when my eyes lit up, I saw a beautiful "diary of a girl". I looked at the contents, was deeply attracted by the story, and thought: I'll buy this one. I glanced at my sister, who had picked out a book, The Unsolved Mysteries of the World, and went to the cashier to pay. I still take my beloved book to pay the money. After my sister paid the money, it was my turn. I looked at the amount and realized that I had made a fatal mistake. I mistook "2" for "1" At that time, I thought it was fifteen dollars and six cents, and I thought, Ah! I have enough money with me, and there is still some left! However, when the cashier aunt said money, I was shocked. Aunt said, "Twenty-five dollars and six cents." However, I always have 20 yuan money in my pocket. At that moment, I was extremely embarrassed. I can't help it I returned the book and went to find another book, but I kept thinking about that book. My sister who was on the side just now saw everything. My sister takes more money than I do, but her books are also very expensive. She brought just enough money to buy the book. My sister saw that I was depressed, so she returned the book and bought me my favorite book. After my sister bought it, she ran over and said, "Well, I'd rather give it to you." As I spoke, I took out my book. I was so excited that I cried. What a good sister.
On the way home, I thought to myself: My sister is thinking about me. I must buy that book for my sister. After returning home, I studied hard and saved more money. After dozens of days, I have saved more than 30 yuan. Without telling my sister, I secretly went to the bookstore, bought back my sister's favorite books and secretly put them by her bed. The next day, my sister saw the book and was very happy. My sister knew that I bought it and kept saying that she would pay for it. I ran out of the house and said, "Sister, this is for you. You don't have to give me money. " After that, I went out to play with a smile.
That's my sister. You care about me, I respect you, and we are all studying happily and living happily.
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The true story of my sister and me 10 The true story of my mistress and me.
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This community is really magnificent. There are tall buildings everywhere, old and new, but the distance between buildings is very small and dense, which almost covers the blue sky. Looking up will be blocked by the floor, which makes people feel very depressed.
My dad said a lot of nice things and explained them for a long time before the doorman agreed to help me check Yu Changshun's address, which is my second uncle's name.
Luckily, we soon found my second uncle's address,130, Unit 3, Building 51. After thanking the doorman, we went straight to my uncle's house.
Father gently rang the doorbell of 30 1, but nothing happened. Then I pressed it a few times, and finally a woman's lazy and annoying voice came out: "Who is it?"
The door opened a crack. It was a woman with a thin face, sunken eyes, white face and heavy makeup. She blocked the door, looked us up and down and said impatiently, "Who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, is Chang Shun there?" My dad asked politely, puzzled.
The woman in white didn't speak, but looked at us warily. Her eyes were obviously overbearing and contemptuous, as if she had never seen such a poor person as us. Her tone is common to the rich. ...
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ⅵ The story composition of my sister and I should be no less than 400 words, 1. Write about what happened between me and my sister. 2. Write about my love and nostalgia for my sister. 3. Write about my feelings.
The story between my sister and me.
Sister 13 years old, grade 6. Although three years older than me, my sister is thin and small, and she is often bullied by me. Of course she is not convinced, so she often fights with me.
One night at dinner, I said my sister was a cockroach. My sister was unhappy and glared at me. When I was eating, I didn't have the strength to fight back, so I kicked my sister from under the table My sister did not show weakness and kicked me in turn. The two of us are fighting under the table. I didn't expect to accidentally kick my mother. I thought it was my sister, so I kicked her hard. My mother shouted, "What are you doing?" My sister and I will stop at once. I smiled when I watched my sister get angry. Inadvertently, the chair fell down and I sat on a big fart pier. My sister saw it and said that I was extremely sad and deserved it! But I am still laughing, which proves that a man is strong and not afraid of pain.
We do this not only when we eat, but also when we sleep. Before going to bed every day, my sister and I have to read books. That day, we were reading. I took a look, stole a look at my sister, and then said that my sister was a thin girl. My sister didn't like it. She kicked me into bed. If I'm not convinced, you kick me, and I can't kick my sister, and my sister can't kick me, so we will kick the quilt together. We laughed and kicked the quilt away and fell to the ground. At this time, neither of us was angry. After kicking the quilt, we went to bed.
Although my sister and I usually have a lot of fights, we all ended up fighting. She is still my good sister, and I am still her good brother.
Ⅶ The background of Zhang Chu's sister is said to be a true story.
It's about a senior that Zhang Chunnian pursued in college. She always regarded him as her younger brother, and disagreed with her pursuit. Because her father was an alcoholic, Zhang Chu wrote this sister.
ⅷ Something unforgettable for my sister and me.
There is a person, she is very small; There is a person who knows a lot of truth; Someone will care about me; Someone will tell me a beautiful fairy tale. She is my sister.
That night, it was a little dark and there were few stars outside the window. I tossed and turned in bed and felt uncomfortable all over. Maybe my cough woke my sleeping sister, "Are you okay?" It's the first time she spoke to me so gently. I nodded in some pain. Then, I heard hurried footsteps and rustling sound. Then I saw my sister holding a glass of water and medicine in her hand and said, "Eat! Maybe it will be better. " When I heard this, I saw another warm current slowly flowing through my heart. I had a beautiful dream that night.
The sunshine is lazily written on the floor of my house. My sister and I get up early, and we sit on the sofa and enjoy the sunshine. I said naughtily to my sister, "Let's sing 1", so we were intoxicated with the joy of singing. Laughter, beautiful songs echoed in the sky, and two smiling faces with childishness flashed in the sun.
There are many stories about her and me, perhaps not as wonderful as Arabian Nights, and not as colorful as Andersen's fairy tales. However, my story with her is unique and the most beautiful. Do you feel it?
ⅸ Sister's Story Composition 4002 Events
Everyone will always have such a person to accompany you forever on the road of growth. And she is the one who accompanied me to see the scenery. We love each other deeply, but we hate each other, but she never let go of my hand at any time. When I cried, she held my hand and made me laugh; When I succeeded, she took my hand and celebrated with me; When I was wandering, she took my hand and stepped into the future!
When I was five years old, I was put into kindergarten as a child to learn that kind of boring things. It was my mother who picked me up from school every day, and then she became her. At the kindergarten gate, she still held me in her slender hands and said softly. Goodbye, Yao Yao! Have a good class! Strangely, this day I became quiet because of her words. Her words reassured me.
When I was seven years old, I went to primary school, and she also left home for junior high school. When I left, I cried willfully and wanted to keep her. She took my hand and said; Yao Yao is fine. I'm going to school. Don't get into trouble while I'm away! I want to check your homework when I go home at the weekend. It was her words that made me study hard in primary school. I know from the teachers that she turned out to be such an excellent student. She has become my goal and motivation. Whenever she comes home, I always show her homework A directly, plus a naive I must be better than you! And she always points out seriously which words I write are ugly and which problems are difficult to solve. As we grew older, we gradually began to quarrel. She asked me to help her, and I replied, don't you have hands and feet? I slept with her, and she always said I didn't want to sleep with you! However, I have always been willing to run errands for her. She always warms my little feet under the covers. After all, we are in love!
At the age of thirteen, I stepped into the gate of middle school, and she got on the train to study. Time has matured us all. Before getting on the train, she took my hand and encouraged me. Come on, middle school! I believe you! I will be better than you! The same words are no longer competitive and childish, but a promise, but a firm heart, so that she can go to college with confidence. We have a tacit understanding.
She is my sister, six years older than me. She has similar eyebrows and the same heart. She witnessed my growth, and I appreciate her beauty. We depend on each other and encourage each other. She is more considerate and less estranged than her parents. The honor we have gained since childhood is plastered all over the wall. We are all the pride of our parents!
Dear sister, I will never be afraid to have you hold my hand and grow up with me. Let's cheer together, ok?
The story of my sister and me, 600 words.
My sister's name is Wei. She is three years older than me.
My sister is good at English. She became my English teacher last year. Every Saturday afternoon from 4: 30 to 5: 30, the content of the class is statistics, review, new content and knowledge, sometimes exams, sometimes playing games.
The homework she gives me is sometimes short, but how much depends not on her happiness, but on my performance. If I get 10 stars, I can get rid of writing an assignment. Once my homework was to do English PPT. I was thinking at that time: I can't do this. what can I do? Open the PPT, which is full of words and things I don't know. Later, I saw everything. I didn't know what those things were, so I started to do English PPT. I first found the background on the internet, and then wrote PPT. I didn't know what to write at first, but after "research", I finally knew what to write. I finished it in 30 minutes. I think my writing style is definitely not good, because this is my first time to write. But when it came to class, my sister said, "Good. Although there are still some places to be corrected, it is not easy for you." This makes me very happy.
After each course, there will be an exam. The exam is divided into two parts. The first part is listening, including listening in conversation and writing. The second part is the written test, which is the written test. If you do well in the exam, you will get a small gift; If you don't do well, you will get a big gift. When you get 90- 100, you have an eraser, 85-89 has a ruler, and 80-84 has a small eraser.
My sister gave me a lot of help in English. This is the story of my sister and me.