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.
Wrote a particularly sad story of 300 words.
There is a feeling that I hope it will last forever. It took many years to find that it had faded away. Then I understood: what we hold in our hands is not necessarily what we really have; What we have is not necessarily what we really remember! In fact, life often needs to give up consciously!
There are too many beautiful things in the world. We have been longing for and pursuing the beauty that we don't have. Busy in order to get. In fact, what you really need often takes many years to understand, and even you don't know what to do all your life! For the beauty we already have, we are uneasy and worried because of the experiences we often get and lose. The fleeting sigh of the sunset, the troubles of flowers blooming and falling, and the unhappiness of life!
Because when we have it, we may lose it, and when we give it up, we may regain it. We cannot be absolutely sure of everything. If you deliberately pursue and possess, it will be difficult to get out of the misunderstanding of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss.
I came to this world not because of you, but because you are more attached to this world! If I can be with you, I will be grateful to the world. If I can't be with you, I will walk away silently, but I still won't lose my love and gratitude for the world. Thank God for letting me meet you and leave you, and finish a poem created by God! "Life has given us endless sadness and eternal answers. So, I gave up safely and insisted on a detachment! It doesn't matter how the secular life of the world of mortals changes, how the personal choice changes, and how heavy the things in our hands are. We are all brave to escape, but we are sad and gratified!
We go to the depths of life as usual, we give up gradually as usual, and we are firm step by step!
There is a feeling that insomnia is always "acacia";
There is a fate that I always believe is "eternal" after waking up from my dream;
There is an eye that always sees "attachment" when breaking up;
Giving up is also a kind of beauty
There was an umbrella that lasted for a long time and refused to accept it when the rain stopped;
There is a bunch of flowers that will not be thrown away after smelling for a long time;
Persistence is ignorance.
However, I think there are always some things worth insisting on in life, and there are always some people worth waiting for, so that we can know how to cherish and pay, and therefore be happy.
I like this persistence, sometimes even if it hurts, it will hurt and be happy.
However, the change of the world has taught me to carefully distinguish the difference between persistence and blind persistence.
Someone once told me: I keep it, that is, cherish it. This is a little persistent.
Wholehearted dedication, silent persistence and waiting, due tolerance and patience, those who want to stay will still go, and persistence is just persistence.
In love, persistence is to exchange true feelings for true feelings. If nothing can be exchanged, persistence means persistence.
Staying doesn't mean you still love; Leaving doesn't mean not loving. Getting is not necessarily lucky; Losing is not necessarily misfortune.
As long as, after a relationship, we still believe in love, we can still love and love ourselves.
People who love themselves will constantly pursue perfection and be responsible for their feelings and actions. Only in this way can we be qualified to love others and to be loved.
However, it is dangerous to love yourself without self-discipline, and it is easy to become selfish.
"When the fire lights up, time stops. We are free. We can say what we are afraid to say and do what we are afraid to do. The fire is out, everything seems to have never happened, and time continues. " When Sophie Marceau said this sentence in Heart Fire, I believe that she got rid of the secular bondage and ignited the faith of love in the beating fire. Rough love is easy to shake the world, but that kind of love needs courage more.
If you can't love bravely, leave bravely; If you can't tolerate it, hate it boldly.
Hate is not love, indifference is love.
Love, like a very sour word, I regard it as a general term for all beautiful, honest, kind and lovely emotions.
Because it is so cute, it often becomes a cover, hiding greed and possession behind it. . . . . .
Don't let love deceive yourself and others.
In short, those who dare to persist in giving courage to love will certainly get the happiness they deserve!
If you hold your hand too tightly, you will get nothing ~ ~ ~
My story composition is 300 words.
My reading story
When I was a child, I grew up in the poem "weeding at noon, how can sweat drip down the soil?" Every time I pick up a book and look at the lifeless square characters, I always shout, "How boring! Reading is my biggest headache.
Growing up, I felt the lack of knowledge. I don't know where to start every time I write a composition. My parents are worried that I don't like reading and often buy many books for me to read. Until one day, that night, there was a idioms solitaire competition in our family, and it was my turn to say an idiom. I thought for a moment and said, "The golden cicada will shell (ké)", which I have read in books before. As soon as I finished, my parents burst into laughter. I'm surprised. I don't know what they are laughing at. My mother looked at me in surprise and said, "read the idiom dictionary yourself." What are you looking at? " I opened the idiom dictionary and looked at it. "Oh! It turned out to be' qi ao)'! " I suddenly realized. Dad said to me seriously: "You should pay attention to reading more books in the future, so that you can accumulate knowledge!" " "So, I secretly made up my mind that I must read more books and learn more about knowledge.
From then on, I really like reading, because books bring me endless fun. Reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin can help us understand some China classics. Why reading a hundred thousand books can enrich our knowledge; Reading the Complete Works of Composition can improve our writing level. Even reading some cartoons and jokes can make us more humorous and imaginative.
Reading gives me knowledge, reading gives me happiness and reading gives me strength. I read! Reading taught me what acid is. What is sweet? What is bitterness? What is spicy? Reading has taught me how to get along with people. Reading gives me the greatest benefit: knowledge. It enriches my brain and makes me grow.
Ⅳ Story conference composition 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!
Ⅳ Fantasy Story Composition 300 words
The story of me and this book
I like books, and books have been with me until now. Maybe I can't live without books for a lifetime. The first book I got in my life taught me a lot of knowledge and gave me a second life.
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When I was in grade one, my father bought me a book about what to do when I was in danger. One day, my friend came to my house to play hide-and-seek games, and I hid in a corner of the closet.
For a long time, when I saw nothing, I wanted to open the cupboard and go out to have a look, but the door wouldn't open. It turned out that my friend deliberately locked me in the closet and escaped by himself. I was really anxious and panicked. After a long time, I sent a message.
I feel dizzy now and want to sleep. Suddenly, I suddenly remembered that the book my father bought for me said that if you are trapped in the cupboard and feel dizzy, don't sleep and take oxygen in the gap of the cupboard. If you
If I fall asleep, I may suffocate. I breathed air in the gap on the spot according to the book. After a while, I heard the door open. I knew my mother was back, so I slapped the cupboard hard and tried my best.
Cry loudly: "mom, mom!" " "My mother heard these words, rushed upstairs and saved me from the cupboard.
Fortunately, I read the book at that time, otherwise the consequences would be very serious. I will read more books and absorb more knowledge in the future.
ⅵ 300-word touching story composition at home
There are thousands of touching stories about Qian Qian in the world, but the story that made me cry always makes me remember.
I got an answer one night. In a family, a kind mother is washing the feet of her 6-year-old son Xiaoyu, telling the story of the duckling while washing her feet.
After washing her son's feet, the mother dragged her tired body and made a basin of foot washing water to wash her grandmother's feet.
It happened that this scene was seen by Xiaoyu. He thought my mother washed my feet and grandma's feet. She certainly didn't wash it. Thinking of this, he took a basin and walked towards the bathroom.
When mother returned to Xiaoyu's room, she found Xiaoyu missing. At this time, my mother turned around and found Xiaoyu holding heavy foot washing water, and her tender hands trembled and came to her.
Xiaoyu walked up to her mother and said, "Mom washed her feet." Mom smiled happily.
When Xiaoyu washed her mother's feet, she said, "Mom, I will also tell you the story of the duckling."
Although this story is insignificant, it expresses Xiaoyu's concern for her mother!
ⅶ admit 300 words of story composition.
A few days ago, Li Yiqi of our class injured Liu's classmate with a notebook. The thing is this: after class, Zheng Kunqi is busy handing out notebooks. As a result, there was not enough time, so I asked Li Yiqi to help me hand out some notebooks, but Li Yiqi was lazy and put the notebooks directly on the classmates' seats. When Liu was in his seat, Li Yiqi scratched Liu's eyes. Li Yiqi left. After Miss Gao came back, some students reflected this situation to Miss Gao. Miss Gao said, "Who took Liu's eyes?" At this moment, Li Yiqi blushed and stood up. Teacher Gao asked, "Have you ever said sorry to Liu?" "I said." At this moment, Miss Gao said, "Go back to your seat and forget it. I will be rude if I do this again next time! " "This time, although Li Yiqi injured his classmates, it is also a good character to have the courage to admit mistakes and say sorry. |||
ⅷ A fairy tale composition, about 300 words.
One day, all the students in a classroom went out to physical education class. So all the erasers in the classroom came out for the meeting. special
A pink eraser said, "Look how beautiful I am! When I was in the factory, my uncles and aunts were very kind to me. They all painted me with beautiful paints. Now the young master is also very kind to me. I take a bath after I use it every day. Look how clean I am! " Another blue eraser said, "Do you think I'm cool?" My uncles and aunts in the factory are also very kind to me. They painted me blue paint, and now the young master is also very kind to me, and gives me a bath after using it. "That's very kind of you. I am different. I used to be beautiful, but after the young master bought me, I had a miserable life. Poke me with your eyes after using the pencil every day. Oh, it hurts! " A pink eraser said. Another blue eraser said, "Me too. I used to be cool, but after serving the young master, he poked me with his eyes every day, and I was very painful. "
"How hateful! I want to run away from home, let's go together! " Everyone agreed. Together, they let the pencil write on the paper: young master, let's go, because we really can't stand your poking at my eyes! "When the small business owners came back, they saw the note and shouted: Eraser, come back, I can't bear to part with you. The erasers heard this and went back to the little master.
The eraser was favored by the young master again, and they lived a happy life again.
ⅸ 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!