What model essays are there in Yilin story?

Children in a certain period of time, the story is quite attractive to them, but also can get a lot of inspiration and knowledge from it. So what stories of Yilin do you know? Today, Bian Xiao compiled some stories about Yilin for everyone. Let's have a look!

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Story of Yilin 1

After Miss Swan left, it took the school two months to find a new substitute teacher for that class. Accompanied by the priest, Betty Ray walked into the classroom and met the students who looked like angels. Miss Betty has just moved to this city, so she hasn't heard of their bad habit of firing teachers. Seeing her pink dress, one size smaller than what she should wear, and her messy blonde hair, the students immediately felt that she was an easy teacher to deceive. As a result, a gambling game soon came into being. They bet on how long Miss Betty can stay here.

Miss Betty first introduced herself and said that she had just moved here from the south. When she was looking for something in her big shoulder bag, there was a snicker in the room.

"Have any of you ever left the state?" She asked in a friendly tone. Several people raised their hands. "Who has been 500 miles away?" The snickering died down and a hand was raised. "Who has been abroad?" No one raised their hands. The silent teenagers are puzzled-what does it matter?

Finally, Miss Betty found what she was looking for in her bag. Her bony hands took out a long tube from her bag and opened it. It turned out to be a map of the world.

"Is there anything else in your bag? Lunch? " Someone asked loudly. Betty smiled and replied, "I'll have cookies with you later." "It's so cool." Rick said sarcastically. Then, she pointed to an irregular land with her fingernail fingers. "I was born here," she said, tapping her finger on the map. "I grew up here until I was your age." Everyone craned their necks to see where it was. "Is that Texas?" A student sitting in the back asked. "Not so close, this is India." Her eyes sparkled with joy.

"How could you be born there?"

Betty laughed loudly: "My parents worked there, and my mother was there when I was born."

"How cool!" Rick leaned back in his chair and said.

Betty reached into her bag again to look for it. This time, she took out some crumpled pictures and a can of chocolate biscuits. They looked at those photos and everyone was curious. They studied the picture while eating cookies, and then looked up from the picture blankly. "Everyone can help others in this world." Miss Betty said.

When she told the story that happened in a distant country and how people lived there, time slipped away unconsciously. "Wow, this is as exciting as watching TV!" A little girl told her.

Miss Betty comes to give them lessons every Sunday. She integrates her lessons into their daily lives and tells teenagers how to make their lives more meaningful. Sunday after Sunday passed, and the students liked her more and more, including her pale blonde hair and everything about her.

Miss Betty has been teaching in that school for 20 years. Although she has never been married and has no children of her own, because she has taught two generations of children, people in the town gradually regard her as a surrogate parent for all children. Finally, her hair turned white, and there were more and more wrinkles around her mouth and eyes. Her hands began to tremble with age. She often receives letters from former students, including doctors, scientists, housewives, businessmen and many teachers.

One day, she opened the mailbox and took out a blue envelope. She saw a very familiar foreign stamp in the upper right corner of the envelope. In the upper left corner of the envelope is written the name of a boy who was one of the first students she taught in that school many years ago. She remembers that he used to like to eat her cookies and seemed particularly interested in her class. A photo slipped from the envelope and landed on her lap. Her eyes rested on the photo and she could see the shadow of the teenager. That's Delhi, India. In the photo, he stood in the ruins with other volunteers who went to help the earthquake victims. The photo says, "Because of you, I am here now."

Yilin story 2

After moving to a new home, I like to lean on the balcony and look at the streets of the city and the bustling crowds coming and going. Every face is full of the ease and joy of going home. At dusk, except for playful children, the pedestrians in the street are getting thinner and thinner, and the surrounding windows are gradually lit up. Those rich human warmth are locked in every window.

I accidentally saw the eyes on the balcony of the opposite unit, clean and transparent, a little lonely, like a young bird, alone in the wasteland, unable to find the direction of flight.

Those eyes can just be exposed on the balcony glass. If she tried to jump, it must be the children downstairs who gave a happy cry. She wants to see the happiness she never had. After the jump, her mouth will rise slightly and her eyes will quickly fall back to loneliness. Her eyes make my heart tremble. That kind of look is not what she should have. She is so small that she looks only about five years old.

I met the little girl's eyes. First, she looked at me stupefied. I put my hand on my ear and made a little white rabbit jump. Her eyes smiled, bright and beautiful like petals after rain. I lay on the balcony and looked at her. The two units are separated by a distance, and it is very difficult to speak. I teased her with gestures. She looked at me and smiled quietly. I can see that her gesture expression is not very good. She always held out her hand and shrank back shyly.

Later, her mother came to the balcony and was called in for dinner. I waved goodbye to her. She looked at me with a small head and suddenly raised her hand to say goodbye to me. Although her hand was quickly grabbed back by her mother, I still saw her right hand without a thumb.

My heart hurt at once, and I held my hand high and didn't get it back for a long time.

The door of the opposite balcony slammed shut, and through the glass, I still saw her mother's face, cold and stubborn. I also understand why she should hold her daughter's right hand tightly when she is in the street. She doesn't want anyone to see the deformity of her daughter's hand. In order to prevent her daughter's self-esteem from being eroded by sympathetic concern and sympathetic eyes, she chose indifference, preferring to let her listen to other people's happy childhood on the balcony rather than let her go out on the street.

I can't help looking into the eyes of the opposite balcony. It is far from my childhood. Before dusk, the cold-faced mother grabbed her little hand and walked through the flower beds in the community. When she met a familiar neighborhood, she refused to stop and say hello, dragging her daughter who was full of nostalgia for the street upstairs. Then, the little girl's eyes appeared on the opposite balcony.

The little girl's eyes are still exposed on the balcony. When she saw me, she made a naughty face. I am very disappointed. She will grow up and face the storm of life alone. At that time, can her self-esteem still stand as tenaciously as under the protection of her mother?

At the weekend, my daughter came back from boarding kindergarten. I took her to the seaside and saw the little girl and her mother playing on the beach far away from the crowd. I suddenly felt a little impulsive and asked my daughter, Xiaoxiao, do you want to make a new friend?

Making new friends is my daughter's favorite game. Sure, I'd like to. I pointed to the little girl and told her that the child lives opposite our house, which is very cute. However, the child's right hand has no thumb. Can't stare at her right hand or express curiosity when making friends? The daughter was very surprised and asked, "Why?"

"Because the child is already very sad because she doesn't have a thumb, maybe she has long forgotten about losing her thumb, and her sadness has become a thing of the past. Asking her is equivalent to reminding her that she has lost her thumb and she will be very sad. "

The daughter nodded puzzled and ran to the little girl.

In this world, there are many ways of goodwill. For example, not all painful past events need comfort, not all temporary poverty needs charity, not all people who accidentally wrestle need timely help, and not all people with physical disabilities need sympathy or pity, because their self-esteem was fragile at that time, and some inappropriate expressions of goodwill would hurt their healthy self-esteem. At this time, ignoring them is far more than giving a helping hand in time. This is an expression.

The little girl looked at her mother timidly facing her daughter's outstretched hand, and her daughter looked back at me. I smiled and encouraged her.

Obviously, the little girl's mother recognized me and nodded reluctantly to her daughter. The little girl finally reached out her left hand, and her daughter pulled her up and played the game of building castles.

That day, the little girl and her daughter were playing crazy. Her mother looked at her little face flushed with excitement and her eyes were full of tears. Then she slowly chatted with me and took the initiative to talk about the marriage break-up caused by her husband accidentally losing his daughter's thumb. In the past two years, she didn't want to be reminded of her daughter's disability by sympathetic eyes, so she had to coldly refuse everyone around her, depriving her of happiness and protecting her daughter's self-esteem.

The sunset slowly fell into the sea. On the way home, she suddenly smiled and said, "I won't remind her to hold the child's hand with her left hand again." This is a kind of mental disability that can only deceive oneself. She will grow up and must learn to face life from now on. "

Yilin story 3

A person catches fish by the lake. But the little fish are very clever, and they disappear before his fingers touch the water. So the man found an empty jar, took out a delicious piece of beef jerky from his bag and stuffed it into the jar. Then he sank the jar underwater-the little fish "nose" Trane. They smelled the beef jerky and immediately surrounded the jar.

After waiting for a long time, I saw a small fish circling the jar, but no small fish got into the jar. At this time, a fisherman came to the dam. When he saw it, he smiled and said, "You just need to replace this opaque jar with a transparent mineral water bottle." According to the fisherman's instructions, I saw that those cunning and careful little fish really followed the fragrance and "filed in" from the bottle mouth?

It seems that small fish can only guard against the temptation in the dark, but they can't avoid the trap in the light. We tend to be only alert to the dangers in the dark, but think that the temptation in the light is an easy benefit, and as a result, we will fall into the trap of life.

In fact, the temptation of "darkness" is not dangerous, because the instinct of "fear of darkness" will help people stay away from these temptations; The temptation of "light" is the most dangerous. If you want to avoid it, I'm afraid you need a heart that refuses all temptations.

Yilin story 4

There is only one ancient well in Jiangnan ancient town. There are eight or nine ordinary families living in the yard. The pattern of ancient style bungalows has not changed for many years, but there are more and more modern furnishings in the room.

Among these 89 families, two families each have a permanent resident. Bachelor Zheng Ruokui and spinster Pan Xuee.

Zheng Ruokui lives next door to Pan Xuee.

Good morning,' he saluted her.

"Go out?" She replied and walked past without slowing down.

How many times, as long as someone is lucky enough to see him and her meet in the yard, that's all they hear. This simple repetition without warmth really discouraged the neighbors.

Pan Xuee is probably over 40. Slim figure, oval face, fair complexion, regular facial features, elegant and fashionable clothes, and charm still exists. She works in a flower shop in West Street. Neighbors don't know why this beautiful woman lives alone. They only know that she has the right to fall in love, but she has never been married.

Zheng Ruokui moved here after Pan Xuee five years ago. He is an artist in a cinema, and it is said that he is a responsible and reserved painter who lacks genius. A man in his forties looks like an old man. It is conceivable that the hair is yellow and messy, and the number of combing is very small. My back is a little hunched. Thin face, thin shoulders and thin hands. It's just that those big eyes are always shining with young light and his desire.

He often brings home a bunch of flowers, roses, begonia, wintersweet, all year round.

He always puts flowers in a transparent blue vase.

He is not in the habit of dropping in. I stayed indoors for a long time after coming home from work. Sometimes he goes to the well to wash clothes, dishes and the transparent blue vase. After washing the vase, he always pours clean well water, covers his mouth and takes it home carefully.

A thick wall separates him from Pan Xuee's bedroom.

There is an old bamboo bookcase more than one person high by the bed, close to the wall. On the upper right of this bookshelf is the permanent position of this vase.

Besides, some China, foreign, others' and his own paintings are hung indoors or placed against the wall.

It can be seen from the arrangement of furniture and the degree of dust that this room lacks women and the warm atmosphere that only women can create.

However, the vase is always spotless by the owner, the water in the vase is always clear, and the flowers on the vase are always bright and blooming.

Neighbors in the same yard had been so kind as to hope that the flowers he brought back would one day appear in Pan Xuee's room next door. Of course, this miracle never happened.

Therefore, people naturally have deep regret and sympathy for Zheng Ruokui.

One early morning in autumn.

Zheng Ruokui still greeted her with an umbrella: "Good morning."

Pan Xuee still answered him with an umbrella: "Go out?"

In the evening, the rain stopped and she came back from work, but he didn't come home.

The news came immediately: Zheng Ruokui suddenly fell to the ground while painting in the studio of the unit. He just went to the hospital and fell asleep forever.

There was a cry in this ordinary yard.

That Pan Xuee didn't cry. But my eyes are really red.

A wreath. One after another, there were big wreaths full of all kinds of flowers without elegiac couplet, which she presented to him.

It's a pity that a bachelor without love in an ordinary life suddenly disappeared in this ordinary yard.

A few days later, Pan Xuee moved away, leaving in a hurry and suddenly.

People have to express surprise when sorting out the painter's relics. Although his room is gray, the vase is bright and blue, as if it had been cleaned not long ago, and the bunch of white chrysanthemums in the vase has not withered.

When the old bamboo bookshelf was removed, everyone present had round eyes.

Door! There is an exquisite purple door on the wall, and the handle is brass.

People's hearts hang and sink. I see.

Neighbors are making noise. A few days ago, the mourning and respect for the bachelor suddenly disappeared without a trace and became an indescribable or even unspeakable resentment.

However, when someone reached out to open the door, they shouted-the brass handle was flat, and the door and door frame were as smooth as walls.

A door painted on the wall!

Yilin story 5

At that time, I was a seven-year-old child on vacation, and my companions filled my pockets with coins. I immediately ran to the children's toy store. On the way, I saw other children with whistles in their hands. Whistling fascinates me. I took out all the coins and changed them into whistles.

After I got home, I blew my whistle and jumped around the house, which made me very proud. I didn't want to interfere with my family. When I told my brothers and sisters about the money I bought for whistles, they said I bought four whistles and told me that the extra money could buy many interesting things. They made fun of me for doing stupid things, which made me cry. Even when I think about it, I feel even more humiliated than whistling.

However, this matter has always been printed in my mind, and it was good for me later. Whenever someone tempts me to buy something I don't need, I often tell myself, "Don't spend too much money on whistles", so I save money. When I grew up, I came to this world to observe people's every move. I think I met many people who "paid too much money for whistles".

Some people are eager to get the favor of the court, waste their time at the court meeting and give up rest, freedom, virtue and even friends. I think, "this kind of person pays too much for his whistle." Some people compete for fame and gain, often participate in politics, neglect their jobs, and finally degenerate. I think, "this kind of man-made whistle pays too much."

Some misers, in order to accumulate wealth and get rich, do not hesitate to buy all the comforts and all the happiness of being kind to others, while others ignore his respect and the happiness of friendship. I said, "poor man, you paid too much for your whistle."

People who specialize in pleasure don't try to improve their ambitions or social status, ignore their health and indulge in the beautiful scenery in front of them. I said, "Wrong, you do the opposite and ask for trouble;" You pay too much for your whistle. " Some people are keen on dressing up and paying attention to clothes. They want to buy beautiful houses, exquisite furniture and gorgeous carriages, which is beyond their ability. As a result, they are heavily in debt. "Well," I sighed, "he paid too much for his whistle."

In short, all human sufferings are mostly due to the wrong evaluation of things, that is, "paying too high a price for one's whistle"-losing big because of small.