Personal experience of 300 words of short story composition.

My 300-word 15 short story chicken soup for the soul.

chicken soup for the soul

-Pain

There are many ways to cook Chinese food. My favorite way is frying and boiling.

Stir-fried is particularly fragrant and cooked is particularly delicious.

So is life. Without the exercise of boiling, it is difficult for us to taste the taste of life, and of course, it is impossible to exude the fragrance of life.

-Work hard

There are many famous dishes in the world, which are famous all over the world through repeated speculation and practice. For example, the Manchu-Han banquet in China and the Italian luxury package are all the same.

In fact, creation is like life, and it is difficult to bear the fruits of victory without experiencing the hardships it deserves; Without suffering, it is difficult to taste the taste of life, and life will become tasteless.

My post short story composition is 300 words.

In the class, each student has his own small post, undertakes different responsibilities, and consciously completes it.

My small post is an English class representative. At that time, I felt very proud and thought to myself: teachers and classmates trust me so much, I must work hard to serve everyone and do my duty well.

But not long after I took office, I tasted the taste of making "sandwich cookies". Look, it's time to collect your homework. "Please hand in last night's homework." I cleared my throat and said loudly.

"Class representative comrades. Let's hand it in in ten minutes to make sure it's finished. " The sound of "tractor" came from my ear. "Class representative, if you dare to hand in your homework now, I won't stop you." This is the roar of bombers.

Oh, my God! In desperation, we had to wait until everyone handed in their homework before sending it to the teacher. However, it is inevitable to "enjoy" a storm in the teacher's office: "Why did you hand out your homework so late? How did you become a class representative? " This makes people feel ashamed and wronged. It's like a mouse entering a bellows-both ends suffer indignities. At that time, I really wanted to quit, muttering: "What class represents a' sandwich biscuit'."

Later, the teacher patiently helped me and taught me a lot of tips to do a good job. Gradually, I tasted the pleasure of serving everyone in a small job.

Now I do my work in order. Every morning, I will arrive at school early, help the teacher collect the homework of the previous day and send it to the teacher's desk. After the teacher finished correcting, I took my exercise book back to the classroom and gave it to my classmates. Some students encounter difficulties in their homework, and I will patiently explain; Some students are slow in doing their homework or forget to hand in their homework. I will remind them again and again.

In our collective, everyone contributes his own light and heat in a small post. I firmly believe that if you do every little thing right now, you will have the most authentic and beautiful experience!

Three. My story composition with my friends is 300 words.

The story of me and my little friend.

One afternoon, Xu Wenjue and I were skateboarding in the community. While having fun, an unexpected thing happened.

When we went down a small slope, Xu Wenjue was in front of me, and my speed was very fast. Xu Wenjue was slowing down, and as a result, our two skateboards collided. Xu Wenjue fell to the ground. At that time, I was so frightened that I stood there and dared not move. I'm scared in my heart. The adults came running and helped Xu Wenjue up. I saw his knees were red and swollen, and his face was very painful. I don't know how to help him. My mother sprayed Yunnan Baiyao on his knee, and gradually Xu Wenjue's face relaxed and he could walk. Xu Wenxuan shook his head. "Look, you can still walk."

When I got home, I remembered what happened today. I don't feel brave enough. I dare not face it after it happened, and I don't know what to do. When others are in trouble and need help, good friends should stand up and care for them without hesitation. I'm ashamed that I didn't do it. After this incident, Xu Wenjuan and I became better friends.

Ⅳ My story composition is 300 words.

This week's comprehensive evaluation, our class won the first place. The teacher asked everyone to talk about their feelings, and I said excitedly, "I can't believe it's true." Look at the "flowing red flag" on the wall and you will believe it. "Rinrin Bell, Rinrin Bell ..." I was awakened by the alarm clock. Third, it is really "most people forget things". I forgot today's homework. Teacher's comment: You are a very capable child. Although the content of your composition is very simple, it is fluent and speaks in place. Your description of the feeling when the class won the first place in the comprehensive evaluation is very accurate, which makes me feel your excitement and excitement. At the same time, it can be seen from this incident that you are a good student with a sense of collective honor. However, it is really too simple for us to understand you from your words.

Ⅳ success story, the composition is 300 words long.

Story of success

Perseverance, rotten wood can't be carved; Perseverance, the stone can be carved. This sentence emphasizes that you should not be afraid of difficulties or failure in doing anything, and perseverance can lead to ultimate success.

Edison became a great inventor not because he was born a genius, but because he was not afraid of difficulties, failure and courage to face difficulties. Even though he met countless difficulties in his life, he solved them one by one.

Edison, the great inventor, was born in a working people's family. He only read books for three months, but he likes inventing very much. However, once Edison did an experiment on the train because he was not careful. The scientific article fell to the ground, and the train caught fire when it met the air. The train driver gave him a heavy slap in the face, deaf his ears and threw away all his scientific articles. But he didn't give up the invention because of it. After many failures and many difficulties, he finally became a king of invention.

Just like Edison, we should go forward bravely, not afraid of difficulties and hardships, and never give up no matter how many times we fail. Only in the end can you succeed and gain experience from it. Only when you encounter the same thing can you finish it better and better.

ⅵ Introduce a 300-word folk story composition.

Introduce a folk story composition:

Di Qing was a general in the Song Dynasty. He comes from a humble background, and his face always bears the symbol he stabbed when he was a soldier. At that time, Emperor Injong said that you are already a general of the imperial court, so you can remove the mark on your face. But Di Qing refused, saying that it can stimulate the unearthed gas! Once, Di Qing led an army to get Gao Zhi. The troops passed a big temple in South Street of Guilin. Someone told him that the bodhisattva in this temple is said to be very effective.

Hearing this, Di Qing, on a whim, ordered the troops to stop and went to the temple to pray in person. After burning incense and praying, Di Qing took out 100 copper coins from his bag and held them in his hand. He made a divination wish before the Bodhisattva and said, "I threw this 100 coin on the ground. If they are all upside down, it will prove that this expedition will be a great victory. " In the past, copper coins generally prayed for blessings on the front and cast patterns on the back. It is almost impossible to throw a hundred copper coins face up now. But Di Qing decided to go to divination. Is it too risky? If you can't, won't it shake morale? The man on the edge of the marrying general was in a hurry. He stepped forward to dissuade him, but Di Qing wouldn't listen.

Under the eyes of the public, Di Qing held her breath and threw out all the copper coins in her hand. His soldiers went to look carefully, hey! It's amazing. A hundred coppers are all hairy. In a flash, the crowd outside the temple got excited, the soldiers cheered in unison, and the military power was greatly boosted. Di Qing also beamed, immediately ordered his men to take one hundred nails and nail the copper coins to the ground according to the place where the copper coins landed. And put on a big blue sarong to protect it, warning the temple to hate it and forbidding anyone to touch it. Then he prayed in front of the Bodhisattva and said, "The army won and came back to thank God for taking the money." Say and Di Qing turned on the horse, goes to the public Zhao, swaggering, troops set out. This trip was invincible, and good news spread frequently. The army marched back to Li and passed by this temple. At this time, Di Qing called the generals and screen friends around him to watch this magical copper coin. This summer, everyone suddenly realized that this 100 piece is a special copper coin with words on both sides. Gal, everyone is more admired for Di Qing's ingenuity.

ⅶ A 300-word composition on the topic of experience.

1 Everyone will encounter many things in his life. Of course, I am no exception.

I have encountered sad things, regretful things and happy things in my life. Time flies, and I gradually forget it. But one thing seems to be engraved in my heart, and I will never forget it!

It was a holiday when I was in primary school. I made an appointment with some friends to climb the mountain.

On that day, we each took our favorite food to the mountains to play. Soon, we climbed to the top of the mountain. What a strong wind! We are sitting on a stone. Tell jokes while eating.

Look down, ah. Many houses. We started looking for our own home. Then I heard a man shout, "Look, there is a forest of fruit trees over there. It must be cool. Let's go there to play. " Several of us watched it together, and we did find a forest of fruit trees on the hillside. So we discussed going to the fruit tree forest to play.

When I came to the orchard, the trees were covered with oranges. I took the lead in climbing the tree to pick oranges. I only picked a few, dad! A branch was broken, and I was so nervous that I lost my balance Lying back, I fell on my back. At this time, an old man came from a distance, looked at me and looked at the oranges underground. I suddenly realized that I had just opened my mouth to say something. I know grandpa is going to criticize me, so I'm ready to bow my head and accept this strange grandpa's criticism. Just thinking of this, I heard a hoarse voice saying, "Son, what you just did." I saw it. You didn't break it. Do you need to go to my house to get some medicine? "I came to my senses and said in a panic," No need. "I took my little friend away.

Now that I think about it, I fell down stealing oranges in someone else's forest. He didn't scold me for what I deserved, and asked me if I fell. I left in a panic without even saying thank you. Now that I think about it, I regret it. If I have time in the future, I will definitely go to his house to apologize. Primary school life is really to commemorate the picturesque campus, the teachers who inculcate, and the classmates who get along with each other day and night. In the face of these things that have been with me, I am about to disappear, and a sense of reluctance arises spontaneously ... Do you remember? Under the tall and lush maple trees, we play together and play together; Do you remember? Under those two tall basketball stands, how many fierce games there are and how many people are shouting there; Do you remember? How many unforgettable performances have been held in that small playground; Do you remember? A campus that records every footprint of our growth. Six years are short and short, long and long. I still remember when I was in the first grade, I always felt that those six years were a long experience when I saw my senior classmates. But looking back now, I find that the original time has passed unconsciously. When I was a child, I always wanted to have a holiday early and fly to the sky where I played. But now the intense study life has not only made me feel bored, but has made me realize the self-evident friendship between many classmates. Graduation is coming, and you will never hear classmates quarreling because of disagreement again. Even the students who are usually taciturn in the class have been hugging each other shoulder to shoulder these days, enjoying the joy of gathering together and hoping that time will stay in the present forever. But people can't stay in a constant environment all their lives, but it is undeniable that although parting is painful, these days, because of their strength, the relationship between classmates has indeed become more harmonious and intimate. At school, there are not only picturesque campuses, classmates who get along with each other day and night, but also teachers who teach us seriously. I think they are probably our closest relatives besides relatives. In the past six years, where there is no teacher's footprint, there are students wandering in the hospital because of the injured teacher. In order to let us study better, the teacher runs between the bookstore and the teaching building. This is not because of objective reasons, but because of our teacher-student relationship. Standing at the school gate, looking at the scene of the campus, recalling the beautiful story that happened here, tears wet my cheeks. I miss my life in the past six years and everything in the past six years ... (I am in junior high school, so ...) Primary school life is really happy. I entered my alma mater six years ago. I want to leave my alma mater with my teachers and classmates. Thank you for your strict discipline. It's hard to see and respect teachers. Six years later, we had to leave each other. It's sad to leave now, so I can't bear to part. Return to your alma mater if you succeed. Every night, the candle will make the wick cry. I feel that my childhood life will be so touching, and I can't forget the green grass on campus because of you, teacher. I can't forget teacher Zhang's kind face and recall every laugh; I can't forget the days we walked together and recall every smiling face; There are joys and tears. Recall every happiness; Gathering is not the beginning, and parting is not the end. Recall every joy. Feelings communicate in silence, as if your love is shining and your friendship is growing in tacit understanding. It all contains your affection. The years that students have passed together are a precious friendship. Innocent childhood, although we will be separated soon, just like the warmth in winter and the coolness in summer, the teacher-student relationship lasts forever. You always bring me a comfortable smile. I can't forget you: dear teacher.

ⅷ My achievement story is written in 300 words. Just give me the materials (growth) and be true.

My mother is nearly seventy years old and in poor health. I don't know how much longer I can stay with her. I know I can't predict the future, but I can cherish the present. So in my spare time, I often go home as soon as I get off work to chat with my mother and talk about old things. Mom is often the happiest at this time.

Sometimes we talk a lot about childhood. Speaking of these, one thing is essential, because this is the pride of my mother's life. Actually, I have forgotten, if mom doesn't mention it.

That was when I was six years old. My mother went to town for a meeting. I don't know who was reading the notice posted on the wall when she passed the gate of the town house. Vaguely, my mother heard my name. She doesn't know what it is. Later, people told her that so-and-so got the first place in the town unified examination. Isn't that your son who won the first place in town? For many years, when I talked about it, my mother always said, "Hey, isn't that my son?" I can feel that kind of heartfelt joy. And talking about this is also my mother's happiest time.

In fact, I was still in preschool at that time, and I didn't even know what the exam was. So I have lost all other impressions of winning the prize. What impressed me the most was the award-winning hat, and the scene where the old headmaster gave us the hat and led us to clean the classroom with dust.

Of course, after winning the prize, I know that if I get a good grade in the exam, my mother will be very happy and there will be something prize.

In the first grade, there are fewer chances to get the first place, often second and third. It is difficult for me to get the first place because one of the students who failed the exam got good grades and got full marks in every exam. In our primary school, I am often the first person to get the chance to get on the podium, so I feel particularly lost when I receive the award. The second and third grades are usually like this. I don't remember being particularly clever. Copying a composition for the first time. I remember just a few words at that time, "Wednesday morning, we went to the playground to dig mud, picked a load, picked another load, and put it aside ..."

When I was in the fourth grade, I took part in a math exchange contest and unexpectedly won the first place in the town. I was chosen to take part in the county competition. Before I left, my mother cooked some hard-boiled eggs for me. Before leaving, the majestic headmaster called me to his office and told me the departure time. Unfortunately, I didn't sleep well one night, because I shared a bed with President Yan. I did badly in the exam the next day and failed. Later, I won a praise award and a pen. I suspect that everyone involved may be a praise award. Of course, the situation in this case has not been confirmed. But anyway, this is a more brilliant scene in primary school life.

The fifth grade is relatively dull, because several students with good grades have moved to nearby big cities. Of course, I am the first, and there is no gold in the competition, so I won't mention it here. What I want to say here is the sixth grade. At that time, the three schools around me merged in the sixth grade, which was of course the first. By that time, I had finished reading most of Mr. Jin Yong's novels, and it was naturally handy to write them. At that time, my own writing level was really superior. I remember that once in the town's unified examination, I got the second place in the town in Chinese, only the first place 1 point. It is said that I got full marks for that article. In the exam, I wrote thousands of words and more than two thousand words. I was surprised to hear that the teacher who corrected the paper gave full marks. I was thirteen years old. This is also a more glorious thing in my life. So sometimes in retrospect, if I had listened to the teacher completely and didn't read those novels, my composition level might still be at the stage of plagiarism. Later, I thought that it is not necessarily a good student to listen to the teacher completely.

Although my wife said my article was long and smelly all day, it was much better than the first one I copied. I am very satisfied with this.

Of course, I am the best in that place. Of course, if the scope is larger, it may not be. I'm not saying this here to show off, because I think some things are still written down with a pen, and this memory may last longer.

Until now, I am really proud, mainly because I have brought glory to my parents and hope to their hard work.

ⅸ Story composition in moonlight: 300 words

Story composition in moonlight 300 words

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20 19-09-08

Story writing in moonlight

It's getting late, and the moon in Phnom Penh has finally risen! Only in the distant sky can one or two stars be seen, flickering faintly. I fell on the railing of the Hubei-Huang Bridge and looked at the river. The Yangtze River, which had been running for a day, subsided and flowed quietly in the moonlight. Occasionally, one or two small fish jump on the water. The reeds by the river were blown by the breeze, making a rustling sound. The moon fills the sky with transparent light, just as the sky pours dew-like rain into reeds, and the moist reeds are particularly energetic. "Grandpa, what is that round? Is it sugar? " A childish voice came into my ears. I seek fame. The little boy in an old man's hand sucked a lollipop and pointed to the bright moon in the sky. I see, so the little boy means the moon. Grandpa looked at it in surprise.