Composition of China's Traditional Virtue Character Story Meeting

Some people say that happiness is a bird flying freely in the sky, some people say that happiness is a small fish swimming happily in the water, and some people say that happiness is a puppy running excitedly on the grass … but I don't think this is happiness. The happiness in my heart does not belong only to one person, but to someone who works hard, struggles, cooperates and shares with himself. So I think happiness means comforting each other, sharing and working together. On that hot but happy Saturday, I really felt happy.

The sun was like a stove that day, baking the earth hot, and people walked stiffly in the street. I'm alone in the sun, but I can't wait for someone I have an appointment with. I wanted to experience farming life in the summer vacation. I invited two very good classmates to play in the countryside and experience the life of farmers, but my friends came late and the bus was leaving. Really annoying! At this time, I saw two familiar figures in the distance, "I'm coming!" " Said the walking is leisurely ling, "hurry up! It' s almost driving, it' s still slow. " I am very angry. "Yes, yes!" Lingdao, I thought to myself: She really dares to speak. The moment I got on the bus, I was ecstatic and finally embarked on this journey!

When I sat in my seat, I immediately heard a complaining voice: "It's too hot!" " ! No, can't you go? "Ling asked," no, you said you would go. It's too late to repent now. " I said flatly, "That's right!" Aside the jade-like stone said. Ling Heying is my best friend. Originally, Ling said that she would experience farming life, but now she is complaining there. Ying and I certainly don't want to.

Ying's voice sounded: "Nothing. We are going to Panyu by car now, and my mother will pick us up. " Ying's mother has relatives in Panyu, so we will be relieved when we go. "Oh my God! What weather, it's strange not to die of heat! " Ling gently wiped her face with a paper towel and applied it with ice water. She is the weakest of the three of us. She can't bask in the sun, but she is the most playful one. "Is it that serious?" Ying asked while eating ice cream, she is the cutest of the three of us. I looked out of the window without saying anything, and the scenery on both sides of the road was beautiful, which suddenly reminded me of the poem "Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer" by the poet Li Ang. When I saw the green fields, it was almost autumn, so it was a bumper harvest.

Soon we arrived at our destination, and a warm breeze blew from the car. "The sun is not too annoying." I thought to myself. "coming!" The speaker is Ying's mother. She is a very loving mother. "hmm!" The three of us said in unison. On the way to the small house, we saw some weeds growing wildly on the ground, and there was a clearing where nothing was planted. Must have been abandoned for a long time.

Time passed quickly, the sun slowly set in the rolling mountains, the night opened, and the cicadas in summer sang loudly in the trees, as if they were noisy. I sat quietly on the cane chair, and suddenly a clear voice sounded in my ear, "Why don't we go exploring!" " Lingdao: "Do you dare?" "Who says I dare not?" So in the dead of night, we started an "adventure". There are no street lamps on country roads. The three of us each walked slowly with flashlights. Yingying takes the lead, in the middle of Ling, because she is timid, and I am at the end. "hiss" "what's that noise?" Ling asked softly. "It's the snake's peristalsis." Ying said quietly.

"ah!" The sound broke the silence of the night, but it came from my mouth. All my life, I am most afraid of snakes. The mouse played, but never touched the snake. I ran straight back to the small house and couldn't hear anything. Back in the small house, I went straight to bed and covered myself with a quilt. Later, Ling and Ying came back. Ying was comforting me and telling me not to be afraid, but hateful Ling laughed at me: "Never seen a coward, never seen you so timid!" " I thought to myself: next time if you are like me, I won't humiliate you to death, hum! "Drink water!" English said kindly. My inner string was suddenly touched, and I felt my friend was around. Even if I joke and laugh, I will feel very happy, just like the wet rain and dew sprinkled on the dry land. Happiness is to share and comfort each other.

The next day, the three of us got up early, put on short-sleeved clothes and pants, and came to the clearing with a happy face to start our purpose of coming to Panyu. The work is assigned, and we dig together, with a big shovel, and dig hard there. Everyone is sweating, and the sweat of youth moistens the land that has not been planted for a long time. "Better have a rest and drink some water!" The weakest diamond said. The three of us sat down quietly, drank a few mouthfuls of water and enjoyed the pastoral atmosphere. The fragrance of trees made people feel very refreshing. Suddenly, I feel a sense of happiness, because I can enjoy such beautiful scenery.

Then we are still trying to "work", "Hey, what is that?" Far away, I heard Ling calling loudly. "It seems to be a child." Ying said quietly. "Isn't it clear to look at it in the past?" I said. When I came to the river, there was really a little girl who took off her shoes and wanted to walk into the river. I was in a hurry, so I went to hug her and asked her what was wrong, but she said with tears in her eyes, "My turtle fell into the river." "It wants to go back to its own world, and it misses its relatives." It should be said. "no!" The little girl didn't believe it. She shook her head and said, "It's nice to live in my house!" "But what it needs is freedom. You should forgive it. It doesn't want to be bound. " I said. "Will you be happy?" "Yes!" "hmm!" There is a smile on the little girl's face, but as we all know, her smile is mixed with a lot of sadness. "I see." The little girl said, "I'm leaving." Give you something! "

The little girl gave us three apples before she left, which can be regarded as "light things and heavy feelings" "Well, come and eat!" Ling loudly told us to eat apples, so we put down our work and ate red apples. "Very sweet!" "Not only sweet, but also the taste of happiness!" I said. After eating, we went on working. Is it time to sow?

"Can you put the seeds?" "Almost." We put down the seeds of hope, fill the soil back into the pit and water it, hoping it will grow up quickly. "What is this seed? Why are you so familiar? " Ling asked, "This is the seed of apple." I whispered. Each of us knows what this means. Not only apple seeds, but also seeds full of happiness.

"Let's go!" Ying said to us, "My mother is waiting for us at the head of the village." "all right." I answered. Out of the small house, we are all sad and attached to the seeds we just planted. "Wait!" " "A childish voice pulled our thoughts back. That's a little girl. "I'm here to see you off. "* * * face, bright eyes, all telling stories." Ok, I won't send it. "We waved goodbye, although full of sadness, but we still have to separate. We all know that "all good things must come to an end".

On my way home, I saw the window in the car. The beauty remains the same, but my mood and eyes have changed. Looking at each other from a distance, everyone showed reluctance and eyes. But one thing has not changed, that is, the feeling of happiness. I was full of joy when I went, and I was still full of joy when I came back. Although reluctant, I am very happy. This kind of happiness is like a warm breeze blowing through my heart again. Goodbye, my country. Come again next time. Has the apple tree grown up? There should be no apples to eat yet, right?

After this happy story, I feel the happy friendship between friends and the happy care between strangers. I understand that the happiness between people depends on the spirit of comforting each other, sharing and working together to feel real happiness.

My rural happiness story is over, but happiness continues. After living this happy life, I feel that the happiness of life is actually going on every day, but have you captured happiness? Don't let it slip through your fingers! Let's create more happy stories together!

Composition: Class classic story of 500 words.

Classroom should be a place for students to study, but in such a learning atmosphere, many unsatisfactory things often happen, which has to arouse people's deep thinking. Today, it's a sunny day, and it's also the day of "Sunshine Sports for Hundreds of Million Students in China". But this activity hasn't started yet, and some students have already "warmed up". In math class, students are absorbed in their studies. Suddenly, a shout broke the silence of the classroom. I turned my head and saw Xue Shijie's huge figure suddenly flash into my field of vision. His face was sad and his face was extremely deformed with anger. After thinking for a moment, he ran straight to Zheng Jiaxin's seat. Everyone wondered for a while. But at this moment, Xue Shijie conveniently pulled up Zheng Jiaxin's schoolbag and rushed outside the classroom. A few people are afraid of chaos in the world, scrambling to come up with ideas, and even throwing their schoolbags downstairs is a "good idea". After listening to their words, Xue Shijie seemed to wake up. He reached out and threw the schoolbag out of the window, only to see that the schoolbag drew a beautiful curve in the air and landed successfully. Zheng Jiaxin knew he was indefensible, ran down to pick up his schoolbag, and was attacked head-on by Xue Shijie before he left the classroom. Fortunately, it was stopped in time by the math teacher next to it. Xue Shijie failed in revenge and began to dance with fists. The math teacher was quickly punched several times, and the whole class was in a mess ... This incident, as I said at the beginning, is not only the embodiment of student unity, but also the embodiment of class spirit. This is only in a narrow sense. If it is slightly enlarged, this phenomenon represents the accomplishment of a nation, even the comprehensive quality of a country. Imagine if a foreign guest happened to pass by when they were fighting. What will he think of us? A class is small, but it is a group and a team. If the students in this team are not United and friendly, many avoidable events will inevitably occur, and the increase of events will further undermine the friendship between students, thus affecting the reputation of the class. This is a vicious circle, and if it continues, the consequences will be unimaginable. I remember hearing a story from my mother when I was very young: in the country, there lived several brothers. Although they live in the same family, they are strangers and don't say hello to each other every day. Their father was in a hurry, so he figured out a way to let them share some Gua Tian, and they still did. This strange action soon attracted countless melon thieves, and few watermelons were stolen. Father was so angry that he called them together without saying a word. He just taught his brothers to pull a chopstick to see if they could break it. Several brothers have successfully completed the task. Father asked them to break a bundle of chopsticks together, and none of them finished it smoothly. Father took the opportunity to tell his brothers that a chopstick is like a person, and its strength is weak after all, but as long as it is United, it is like a bundle of chopsticks, as hard as steel. After listening to his father's instruction, the brothers suddenly realized. Together with Qi Xin, they not only caught the melon thief, but also found the stolen watermelon. This story tells us that truth is the truth of unity. Isn't the song "Unity is Strength"? Without the unity of the whole nation, there would be no establishment of our new China. Unity is the source of strength. As long as I think more about others, I think the scene in today's class should appear in fictional literary works, not in our real life. Lafontaine said that without unity, any force is weak. Ai Siqi once said that a person is like a brick on the wall of an auditorium, and no one can move it; But if you throw it on the road and get in the way, you will be kicked away. I hope this little thing in the classroom can wash everyone's hearts again, and I hope everyone can always remember: "Only with one heart and one mind can we reach the other side of victory!"

Recall a story and write a composition 400

Love knows more, drunkenness knows more, love to the extreme, and pain is speechless. Love to the depths will hurt, but love to the depths. What more can a husband ask for? Words are silent when they reach the extreme, but they are forgotten when it comes to love.

Cry, don't cry until you laugh; Pain, no pain to the extreme; Love, not love to the extreme. Love doesn't need to be deliberately arranged. Just treat every day as the last day of love, and every minute will be so beautiful that you will cry. ...

Essay on Guo Song Hero Story Meeting in Huijin

Loving the motherland is a person's basic morality. The motherland is our mother, and she has given us a warm home, so that we can thrive in the arms of the love version. In the short 65 years after the founding of New China, the motherland has shown the world its greatness, fraternity, prosperity and prosperity. To love the motherland is to love labor, which is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Soong Ching Ling once said: "Knowledge comes from hard work, and any achievement is the result of hard work." Gorky once said that the best things in our world are created by the clever hands of the people. To love the motherland, we must love the people, which is the code of conduct for being a man.

Chinese lesson 400 story composition

Today, it seems like an ordinary day, but in Chinese class, there is a lively atmosphere of galloping horses and chariots.

In this class, the teacher handed out the composition we wrote last time. And praised some students, to my delight, there is my name in it. The teacher first mentioned the problems in our writing, which inspired me deeply and made me realize the problems in my writing. Next, the teacher selected several well-written compositions for the author to read aloud.

When the author of the first article finished reading, the class had already begun to stir. The students are full of freshness for the handicrafts brought by this classmate, and full of praise for the description of her opponent's handicrafts, so that everyone is full of expectations for the next classmate's works. But the following classmate seems to have failed to achieve the expected results. The second follow-up author just picked up the receiver and said in less than two seconds, "Teacher, will you read it to me?" The teacher seems to be hesitant, but under the repeated entreaties of the "Niu Ren", the kind teacher finally agreed to him. This really makes people laugh and cry ~ of course, this is not the most "awesome" part.

The disturbance in the class is getting bigger and bigger, and the teacher is impatient. After the third person finished reading, the teacher stared at Xiaofeng (a pseudonym) who had the biggest action and looked particularly happy. The teacher's eyes are like knives, as if to pierce phoeny! Drink: "Feng XX, pick up the composition and read it!" Hearing this, phoeny seemed to have a trace of fear in her eyes. I can see that he is sad, but if he makes a mistake, he should be punished. However, he loves to laugh, but he is not so easily defeated by fear. He walked up with a big smile on his face. The teacher still glared at him. But as soon as he picked up the receiver, he suddenly smirked at the receiver and made our class laugh. Even the teacher couldn't help it, blushed with laughter and pushed him out of the door "angrily" and closed the door. Let's laugh and cry! Later, the teacher let him in through the back door.

This class makes us all very active and everyone is very happy. I think I'm beginning to like Chinese class, at least this section ~

Story writing is 300 words.

Writing ideas: Tell stories by developing the story club, first write about the development of the story club, then write about how to enter the formal, everyone starts telling stories, and finally write their own feelings.

Text:

I came to teacher Zhang's house today and enjoyed a wonderful story meeting. Four children of different ages and styles debuted, but defeated many players to enter the finals! The jury consists of two teachers and parents, who will give the contestants suggestions for improvement with a critical eye.

The story is about to begin. First, I like Ren Peixi's story "Bench Dog and Little Yellow Flower" best. Although the story is unpretentious, it is so interesting for her to tell. Her timbre constantly changes with the role, vividly interpreting the fragile little yellow flower, the simple bench dog and the shivering grandfather and grandmother. What is even more admirable is her eyes full of wisdom and confidence, as if to say, "I am the best!" " "

Look! Who is the cute little girl with a round face, pigtails and a pink skirt on the stage? It turns out that she is a gentle and introverted Zhang Weiwei. The little camel in the story is timid, very similar to her personality, and performs well. In the crocodile's performance, it is not fierce enough, as if it were a knife with a mouth and a tofu heart. With the teacher's repeated demonstration and encouragement, she got a little bolder. I really hope she can let go of her hands and feet and show herself better in the final.

Yang and Zhang, two young ladies who just graduated from kindergarten, are young and not afraid, but they are more energetic in front of the audience without stuttering! The movements and expressions are generous, full of innocence and childlike interest.

Every child received strict guidance from the judges after telling the story. I think that's how they can stand out from the contestants through continuous improvement, continuous correction and continuous improvement. Today's story will benefit me a lot. I'm so happy to know so many friends!

An essay on naming a story meeting.

The origin of my cousin's name

My cousin's name is Zhu, and he is not satisfied with this name, because "Wei Zi" and "Princess Huanzhu" are homophones with "Wei Zi", and people think he is a woman.

Cousin asked his father why he gave him such a name. It turned out that when his aunt was pregnant with him, she was thinking about what to name him. When his father watched Princess Pearl, he said that the boy named "Zhu" was Zhu, the son of a noble son, and he was majestic. The girl's surname is Zhu and her name is Zi.

Purple is the power of roses. Hee hee, don't you want him to be as kind as Wei Zi?

After listening to this, my cousin asked his parents to change their names anyway, huh? ......

The story of "Long March spirit handed down from generation to generation" will be written in 400 words.

The spirit of the Long March has been handed down from generation to generation, "Snow-covered, wild, cold plateau, lack of food and clothing, the Red Army is an iron man, not afraid of difficulties …" I think everyone has heard this song! But do you know the touching story behind this song? Today, let's relive the story of the Long March, feel the spirit of the Long March and inherit the spirit of the Long March! On the difficult Long March, there were many little Red Army men of our age. They don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes. They are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice. Dressed in shabby uniforms and sandals, they climbed the snow-capped mountains across the grass. Eat wild vegetables and bark! What about us? We usually choose four out of three, and we don't eat any food that doesn't agree with our appetite, and we don't eat any clothes that feel uncomfortable. However, have you ever thought that the Red Army didn't even think about it when you didn't like it? Then why don't we study hard? What reason do we have to choose between three and four? On the way to the Long March, a Red Army man named Chen Geng got lost. When he was looking for a team, he found a red army about his age. Ask, Chen Geng didn't know he was left behind. So, Chen Geng told him to get on the horse and sit down for a while, but he refused. He told him to eat a small bag of green bare noodles, but he refused. No way, Chen Geng had to bite the bullet and go. Not far away, Chen Geng found himself cheated. When Chen Geng returned there, he had stopped breathing. The Little Red Army in this story rejected Chen Geng many times, but by the time Chen Geng understood everything, the Little Red Army had left us forever. This shows how hard life was at that time, but they never regretted it. No matter how difficult it was, they overcame it with positive optimism and perseverance. On the way to the Long March, how many people were trapped in deep swamps, how many people were poisoned by wild vegetables because of lack of food, and how many people left us forever because of fatigue and hunger caused by defeat. However, they don't admit defeat, even if there is only one person left, they will go on. Our beautiful life now is the happiness that revolutionary martyrs exchanged with their lives! Therefore, we must study hard, serve the motherland when we grow up and make our own contribution to the motherland.

I like the 320-word composition of China Story Club.

Our class held a story meeting of "Love My China". At the story meeting, the students told many historical stories, including modern heroes, ancient heroes and so on. And what I remember most is this story.

1947 65438+ 10/2, Liu Hulan was arrested for being a traitor. After giving three precious souvenirs to his mother, he died heroically under the threat and temptation of the enemy in order not to tell where the wounded were hiding. He was 15 years old when he died.

Why did Liu Hulan risk his life to protect the wounded? Why did she join * * * at an early age? If she told the enemy where the wounded were hiding, she wouldn't have to sacrifice. All this is because she has a patriotic heart. She must have thought: if I sacrifice my life, the life of the wounded will still be there. But if I don't sacrifice, not only the lives of the wounded will be lost, but also the lives of more innocent people. It's worthwhile for me to trade my life for everyone's! "She sacrificed herself and saved the safety of others.

The story of Liu Hulan reminds me of the story of Wang Xiaoer. Like Liu Hulan, he left safety to others at the expense of himself. If everyone is like them, then the world will be full of love and beauty! There will be no more wars and famines, and no more innocent people will die.

As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. These patriotic stories made me understand that starting from me, I will consider others and know how to sacrifice my own spirit. Patriotism also starts from every little thing around us.