I cried when I was leaving my alma mater. Everything in my alma mater is so clear and dazzling. In the golden sunshine, it looks dazzling. Looking at everything in my alma mater, I was lost in thought: my alma mater made me realize the value of friendship. I remember once, when I was in physical education class, I accidentally fell down while running, and blood poured out. When my classmates saw me, they came to help me, asked me if it hurt, helped me to the infirmary, and asked the school doctor to disinfect and rub my medicine for me. A few days later, I went back to class. When my classmates saw me, they were all caring, which deeply moved me. Friendship has added gorgeous colors to my life. When I am upset, my classmates come to comfort me. When I was unhappy, my classmates came to make me happy again. When I was in trouble, my classmates extended this pair of friendship hands again ... Yes! It has been six years, and friendship has made me feel neither lonely nor sad.
As the saying goes, books are the source of life. The alma mater is the cradle of growth, and the teacher is the guide of enlightenment. I was lost in thought again: ah! I remember my poor academic performance when I was a child. The teacher worked hard for this. I remember once, my multiplication formula must not be memorized. After school, the teacher took me to his house, asked me to read the multiplication formula and then recited it to him. I really don't even care about eating. At my alma mater, I changed from an ignorant child to a sensible and civilized sixth-grade student. This is all due to my alma mater, my beloved teacher. Another time, I couldn't do an application problem, and the teacher racked his brains to teach me, but I just couldn't learn it. The teacher was very angry until he taught me. Alma mater! It is you who gather the teachers in the abyss of knowledge together, let them educate us attentively, make us the pillars of tomorrow, and make the motherland's tomorrow more prosperous. Alma mater, you are the home of thousands of primary school students in Qian Qian. You are like an ocean of knowledge, and I am one of the small waves; You are like a lush tree, and I am a small leaf among them; You are like a mysterious universe, and I am a small planet.
Alma mater, alma mater, you will be a happy memory of my life.
B. 300-word fairy tales compiled by fourth-grade pupils
Once upon a time, there lived an old man in a place. Because the old man cuts bamboo for a living every day, people call him "the old man who cuts bamboo".
One day, as usual, the old man went up the mountain to cut bamboo.
It's an autumn morning, the sky is crisp and there are no clouds in Wan Li. The old man walked into the bamboo forest, looked around and found a shiny bamboo.
"Huh?"
The old man was puzzled, so he cut down this bamboo.
At this time, strange things happened; There is a little girl in bamboo.
The old man was surprised. I immediately gave the child a gentle stick. Oh, what a lovely little girl!
"Great joy, great joy!"
Because the old man has no children, he wants to treat the little girl as his own child.
"Hurry home and show it to the old lady!"
"Ah, this little girl is really likable. The old lady is also very happy.
This abandoned home is full of excitement now.
The old man wove a delicate bamboo basket with tender bamboo and put the little girl in it.
Since then, when old people cut bamboo, they often find all kinds of treasures in bamboo.
The life of the old people is getting better and better.
The little girl is getting better every day. In three months, you will look like an adult.
Since I had this little girl, my home has been bright, with walls and corners. So the old man named her "Princess Moonlight".
"This is a gentle and beautiful moonlight princess!"
"This moonlight princess is clever!"
Everyone praised it like this.
Praise for Princess Moonlight spread from the village to the capital, and finally the emperor heard it. The emperor said:
"If this woman is so gentle and beautiful, I also want to meet her. Go and show me what it looks like first. "
So, an imperial envoy was sent.
However, Princess Moonlight said:
"No, no, I'm not such a good girl."
She didn't see the imperial envoy.
Princess Moonlight lived safely for three years after she was born from bamboo.
This spring, Princess Moonlight often looks at the moon alone with a sad face.
Grandparents are upset and ask;
"What's the matter? Why are you so absorbed? "
Moonlight princess only replied:
"No, nothing happened."
Autumn is coming.
It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival. Princess Moonlight always sobs every night. Two old people asked why, she just said:
"I'm from the moon palace. This Mid-Autumn Festival, the Moon Palace will pick me up. Looks like we have to break up. I am crying for this. "
The two old people were surprised. So he asked the emperor to protect Princess Moonlight.
Finally came to August 15.
There are many guards in the palace. Armed with knives and bows and arrows, they surrounded the old man's home layer by layer.
It's getting dark, and a bright moon rises from Dongshan.
"What can I do when my daughter is gone?"
Grandma led Princess Moonlight into the barn. Grandpa is standing at the barn door.
The moon rises gradually in Zhejiang. This area is also illuminated as during the day.
Soon, white clouds floated around the moon, and then, I don't know where wonderful music came from.
At first glance, a large group of people drove cars and rode white clouds, falling from the sky.
The emperor's guards were blinded by the moonlight and didn't know.
The barn door opened automatically.
Princess Moonlight came out under the guidance of a fairy.
"Thanks to the care of the two old people, this kindness will never be forgotten. Please remember me every night when the moonlight bites clean. "
Then, Princess Moonlight changed into the clothes of the Moon Palace.
The moonlight is brighter.
The car was carrying Princess Yuetou, and Ran Ran quietly rose to the sky.
The music in the Moon Palace faded away.
C. A true short story about moving (about 300 words)
This story is not touching, but sad.
How far is forever?
Once in high school, he and she loved each other deeply! They agreed never to part!
Go to school together every day, after school together, he holds her hand and shuttles through the crowd!
She likes drinking coffee and cappuccino in the coffee shop, but the conditions at home are not good! Can't meet her simple requirements!
He saves money for breakfast every day and buys her a Nestle. So day after day, high school life came to an end!
She entered the ideal university, but he failed. .
He said to her, I want to leave this city, go to work in coastal cities, and try to make money and come back to marry you! She strongly disagreed!
But in the end, I reluctantly agreed. They all cried. The other party reluctantly left. He kissed her and smelled her mouth.
The lingering smell of coffee ...
He left. He works hard every day and saves money every time he calls.
1 year later
He wanted to come back to see her and surprise her ... so he came back by train. ...
He came to the gate of her university and gave her a quick look. In an instant, he shed tears.
What did he see? She walked into an upscale coffee shop intimately with a boy. ...
He was desperate. How far is forever?
D. Need a short story of about 300 words suitable for primary school students, followed by feelings.
A grateful heart
A little girl was born with aphasia, and her father died when she was very young. She lives with her mother. Mom goes out early and comes back late every day. Every time the sun sets, the little girl begins to stand at the door of her house, looking forward to the road in front of her door and waiting for her mother to come home. Mom's coming back is the happiest moment of her day, because her mother brings her a rice cake home every day. In their poor family, a small rice cake is absolutely delicious.
One day, it rained heavily, it was past supper time, and my mother had not come back. The little girl stood at the door, looked and looked, but never waited for her mother. It was getting dark and raining. The little girl decided to follow her mother's way home every day. She walked and walked for a long time, and finally saw her mother lying on the ground by the roadside. She shook her mother's body hard, but her mother didn't answer her. She thought her mother was too tired and fell asleep. I put my mother's head on my lap to make her sleep more comfortable. But then she found that her mother's eyes were not closed! The little girl suddenly understood: mother may be dead! She felt scared, took her mother's hand and shook it hard, only to find that her mother was still clutching a piece of rice cake ... She cried desperately, but could not make a sound. ...
It has been raining, and the little girl cried for a long time. She knew that her mother would never wake up, and now she is alone. Why doesn't mom close her eyes? Is she worried about her? She suddenly understood what she should do. So I dried my tears and decided to tell my mother in my own language that she would live well and let her go safely. ...
The little girl wrote this "Grateful Heart" in sign language again and again in the rain. Tears and rain mixed together and fell from her small and strong face ... "Grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself ... Grateful heart, thank you for fate, I will cherish it as much ..." She just stood in the rain and kept doing this until her mother's eyes.
I told this story to my child and found that her little face was covered with tears. She was really sad and kept sobbing. She said that the little girl was poor and so was her mother. I don't know if she can understand the true meaning of this song, but I believe that at a certain moment, she will definitely think of this song. When she thinks of this little girl, she will cherish her life and face the ups and downs in life with a grateful heart. No matter how big the storm is, she can face it bravely and never give up.
E. Ask for a touching story of about 300 words.
My daughter is always busy with housework and going to school at home. My father is a worker on a construction site, with a few hundred dollars a month, and it is very difficult at home. More unfortunately, my mother died early because she had no money to treat the disease. On this day, my father was angry with the foreman on the construction site. The lovely daughter has just cooked a meal. Father likes fried eggs, while children like boiled eggs. My daughter always puts an fried egg in her father's bowl and a boiled egg in her own bowl. Father went to the table and saw that the egg was a little fried, so he swore, "It's so big that even an egg can't be fried well?" He picked up the bowl and went to the living room to eat.
After a while, my father's anger subsided. I remember losing my temper with my daughter just now. I thought my daughter was suffering with me. I regret it. I went to my daughter and said to her, "Dear daughter, it was my father's fault just now. I shouldn't have put the fire on your head. " When the father saw that the boiled eggs in his daughter's bowl were not finished, he reached for the eggs and said, "Dad will help you peel the eggs!" " "Before my daughter could stop it, a stream of hot water flowed out of the egg and my father's hand was burnt. My father wants to know why all the eggs are filled with hot water. When he looked carefully, he found a small hole in the eggshell.
It turned out that in order to save money for the family, the daughter took out the egg liquid in the egg and fried the egg for her father, and put the eggshell in a bowl to make her father think that she had eaten the egg. The father held his daughter in his arms, and it took a long time to say a word: "Good boy, it's all dad's fault!" " "When I read this, my tears involuntarily fell down and my nose was sour. I realized that it was so simple and beautiful to be moved. The song from the heart is sung, how beautiful and sweet. ......
Touched, without a trace of impurities; Touched, it doesn't need to be big, but it's just as beautiful. Touching is around. ......
F. The touching story is about 300 words.
The traffic lights are flashing every day, and you can see the police every time you go to Jinghai. ...
"You, you, go back! Inside, "the policeman shouted, and the citizen said," it's just a little more than that. What's the big deal! ? "Citizens must come back in full view. When the green light turned on, the citizens did not forget to give the police a hard push when they left. Turning a corner, the policeman took out a pump and handed it to a man who looked like an old cadre. It must be his leader. I'm starting to hate this COP in my heart, too. I remember this man's face in my heart.
I remember it was a sunny Sunday, and my mother and I passed the road again. I saw a striking iron plate on the railing with color photos, including the policeman. How is that possible? How did he get back on the honor roll? I seem to have seen him take out screws for people who need him more than once, and sometimes he personally cheers for pedestrians! Why didn't I notice? These puzzles were finally solved the next day.
The next day, a man was riding a bike. Suddenly, the chain fell off. What should I do? It seems that his anxious heart is about to jump out. At this time, I only saw the police coming. "What's the matter?" "Chain off? Give it to me! " He took the leg away and I watched him. The sweat of natto soaked my shirt, and a wind of reverence blew into my heart. ...
The story around us is the most ordinary, and the beauty in the ordinary is the most beautiful.
G. touching family story, about 300 words.
Care about me
The first ray of the sun shines on the earth, which is its warmest love for mankind; The first ray of sunshine from the Yin Hui of the moon shines on the earth, which is the softest love it gives to mankind; When my mother brought me a cup of hot milk, it was my family's greatest love.
I once saw an advertisement in which a little boy came up with a basin of water in his hand and said to his mother in a tender voice, "Mom, wash your feet!" " "Looking at my mother's happy smile in the photo, I couldn't help crying. Yes, love, it's that simple.
After entering the third grade, a dull and inexplicable worry replaced the happiness and innocence. Before, my parents were the gods in my heart, but now, I have learned to talk back to them. That day, because my father's fried food didn't agree with my appetite, I made a scene and annoyed my mother who was in a good mood. Mother frowned and scolded, "As long as you have something to eat, you are still so picky." You always say I don't give you face. Have you ever given me a good face? "Mother's long-standing anger finally broke out. I rushed into the room, slammed the door and just sat there, letting tears flow everywhere.
Soon, my father came in with a towel. He stroked my long hair, put a towel on my shoulder and simply said, "Go to sleep!" " "Every time like this, my father always appears in front of me. I ignored my father and shouted, "I don't need your pity." "But my father doesn't seem to care about my words. He still picked up a towel and wiped the tears on my face. Then he helped me tidy up the quilt and gently helped me lie down. Dad went out, but I was lying in bed, unable to sleep.
Late at night, mom and dad came in gently, and I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. "You are in such a hurry, why did you scold so hard just now?" Dad said softly. "It's not that you don't know that I have a bad temper," mom explained. "How can I feel at ease when I see her crying like that? But she always can't understand our pains! " Hearing this, my nose ached, and tears rolled down and dripped down, soaking the pillow and melting the resentment in my heart. The rest is just silent gratitude.
Love doesn't need to be deliberately arranged, as long as you feel it with your heart, it will quietly appear around you and me.
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Helpful; Caring for others
If the world is a hut, love is a window in the hut; If the world is a ship, then love is a bright light on the vast sea. Being concerned is a wonderful enjoyment, and caring for others is a noble and beautiful character.
We need the care of others, and others need our care. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that there are many people around you who need your concern.
When I first moved to my new home, I saw a white-haired grandmother at the gate of the community every day after school. Her eyes told me that she was very lonely and sad. Later, I heard that Grandma * * * has three children, two daughters have gone abroad, and her son works in Shanghai, and only goes home once every two or three years. More unfortunately, the old man's wife left in March 2005; Since then, the old man is unwilling to communicate with others.
Hearing this, I feel very sorry for the old man. Since then, every day after school, I will enthusiastically shout "Hello Grandma". At first, grandma just answered mechanically. She hasn't stepped out of the shadows and opened her heart. But I never stop. Whenever I see her, I will greet her warmly. Many things happen. Finally, one day, grandma's face broke into a smile, and she said sincerely, "Thank you." Now her heart is completely open. Whenever I have time, I will go to her house to play and chat with my grandmother to relieve boredom. It seems that we have forgotten the New Year.
Yes! As the song goes: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. Our home will be warmer and more beautiful.
H. 300-word story of primary school students knowing and abiding by the law
I remember when I was in kindergarten, copy watched an animated film called Sheriff Black Cat. When I was a child, I only thought the black cat sheriff was brave and smart. In fact, at that time, I had unconsciously learned a lot of legal knowledge and planted the seeds of law in my heart.
After attending primary school, Buddhism slowly sprouted in my heart. In the news column of golden eye 18 18, it is often seen that people have lost their lives because of serious traffic accidents caused by drunk driving, and others have collided with other cars because of running a red light. Seeing the horror of this scene made me tremble with fear. Have a deeper understanding of traffic awareness. I deeply understand the meaning of this sentence. I would rather stop for three minutes than grab a second.
There is a saying, don't do it with small good, don't do it with small evil. In fact, it is telling us to start with small things. Although we are minors and don't have to bear legal responsibility, we must abide by the law. Develop good habits from an early age. As the saying goes: stealing needles when you are young, stealing gold when you are old. Maybe you take someone else's pen today and another person's notebook tomorrow, day after day, year after year. If this symptom is not corrected, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Therefore, I call on everyone to start from small things, improve their legal knowledge and improve their self-protection ability. Don't regret being competitive, impulsive and breaking the law. Make yourself a good citizen who knows, understands and abides by the law.
Write a touching story in 300 words.
Touching story
The world is full of true feelings and warmth. I am no exception. I was moved by what happened around me.
It was a bus trip. I was in a hurry, but the bus was so crowded that I finally found a standing position. Suddenly, an old man came over. The old man is white-haired and can't walk steadily with crutches. But everyone is indifferent. The driver was very unhappy and said loudly, "Who will make room for Grandpa?" No one responded. The driver said it again loudly, but no one said it. Grandpa was surrounded by a young man, but he didn't give his seat to grandpa and didn't even bother to listen to what the driver was saying. "Let me do it!" Everyone looks inside. That's an old woman. The old woman is about the same age as the old man, with white hair. But he gave his seat to grandpa without hesitation. Grandpa shook his hand trembling: "You are so old, you'd better sit by yourself." Grandma dared not say anything and stood aside directly. Everyone was silent. Many people shed tears. I am also very touched. I saw the young man hang his head in shame.
Ah, what a noble character that old woman is! Need to sit more than the old man, but she did not hesitate to give it to him. We should learn from this old lady!
J.300-word warm jokes
My class is a warm class system. As long as there is one person in our class who needs help, everyone will help him enthusiastically. Once I needed to buy textbooks, and some students' parents didn't have time to buy them, so Wu Tianhao and Liu Jiale's mothers gave up their rest time to help those students buy books. Wang, Wang and Wang also distributed these books to the students who bought them. Another time, a classmate went to the special room to throw up. Zhang Yike's classmates mopped up the vomit, not too dirty or too tired. Some students sent hot water, some students sent him back to the classroom, and some students reported to the teacher. I often help other students. When people at the same table or around me forget to bring them, I always lend them erasers and pencils. I will print more copies of the review materials that the teacher asked me to print and give them to those students who don't have them. Although these are small things, I am happy to help others. It is the students in our class who help each other, unite and love each other, so our class was once rated as "warm class collective". I am proud to live in such a class group.