Mom and Dad's Shenzhen Story Composition

(1) Listen to the composition of parents' 40-year growth story.

A woman who has become a mother will probably have more surprises than those who have not, especially when the child is in infancy, and the freshness of just becoming a mother will always bring her feelings that she has never had before. So many things are deeply recorded by her, so that children can tell her when they grow up.

Story 1: I am the first child born in my family. When the doctor told me with some regret that grandpa was a girl, he smiled brightly: What happened to the girl? I like that girl, and I'm satisfied. My nickname was named Xiao Ju by my grandfather. In fact, outsiders don't know that "feet" and "chrysanthemum" are homophones in our hometown dialect, so my nickname is actually "feet"

Story 2: My mother said that I could speak when I was seven months old. The first word that popped out of her delicate mouth was: grandma. I think any mother wants her child to call her mother first, but a seven-month-old baby can pronounce "grandma". She probably forgot her acid, and the big surprise exceeded all her feelings.

My mother said that when I was a child, I showed some liberal arts ability. Before I went far, I was lying in bed, reading a book with a brand of cream called Friendship in my hand.

Story 3: When I was one and a half years old, I was weak and admitted to the hospital. At that time, my mother gave birth to a younger brother and my father was in confinement. Every time I go to the place where I eat, my father goes to the hospital to eat Sacido. At that time, my young father was a careless man. He thought I wouldn't buy me food because I didn't have to eat every infusion. I have been a very sensible child since I was a child. I have never asked anyone for food. I shared a ward with an aunt who ate noodles that day. She saw me staring at her mouth all the time and gave me noodles to eat. Because of unsanitary people, my father is still very humble. However, I am the most reserved one, but I cry with my mouth open. Finally I ate my aunt's noodles.

My mother was sorry when she told this story: I can't help it, and I can't accompany you. You are hungry.

(2) Discover the history around me-I wrote my parents' stories when I wrote my senior high school composition.

This afternoon, I listened to my parents telling stories about their childhood.

When my father was a child, he played games: fighting, blocking dams, catching "spies" and "occupying mountains".

Let's talk about fighting first, that is, piling a lot of grass together as a "trench", using a short piece of wood as a "gun" and then using a corn "bone" as a "Grenade"!

Blocking the dam is a stream. Just find a place and put a big stone. If you are not satisfied, put some mud on both sides.

To catch a "spy" means two people standing in one place, one on each side. When someone came over, he put the red tassel gun sideways and asked him what he wanted to do. ...

My mother played games when she was a child: picking up chess pieces and skipping rope. ...

Picking up chess pieces means taking two small stones, throwing one up, holding the other in your hand and catching the first one.

Skipping rope is most suitable for 3-5 people to play in groups. If three people play, two people shake the rope, 1 jump rope; If four people play, two people shake the rope and two people jump rope; If five people play, two people shake the rope and three people jump rope.

(3) The story composition of Reading with Mom and Dad is 800 words.

I read books with my parents.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, my father came back and I asked him to read with his mother. I watch Journey to the West, my mother watches Dream of Red Mansions, and my father wants to watch Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

At six o'clock in the evening, after we had a sumptuous dinner, my father savored the first episode of Romance of the Three Kingdoms-the banquet of heroes in Taoyuan, and the hero of the Yellow Scarf made contributions for the first time. Mother is reading the fourth episode of a dream of red mansions word for word-the case of unlucky woman favoring unlucky lang and gourd monk arbitrarily gourd. As for me, I'm watching the last journey to the west-back to the East, and the five saints come true.

Finally, we finished watching the episode we planned. Mom and dad photographed our reading process with digital cameras. We pointed to the pattern taken by the digital camera and couldn't help laughing. Dad is smiling in the photo! Mom is happy for the plot in a dream of red mansions! I am watching the last happy moment of Journey to the West! There are smiles on the corners of the family.

After that, we answered questions from Dream of Red Mansions, Journey to the West and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Instead of listening to my parents' questions, I chose to listen carefully to the questions my parents gave me.

"Please listen to the question: What is the full dharma name of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"It's Guanyin Bodhisattva. He was inspired by the great compassion of Luojia Mountain in Putuo, South China Sea.

(4) The story composition between my parents and me is 400 words.

When I was 5 years old, I came home from school at noon every day and was always the first to run to the kitchen. Looking at my mother's busy figure when cooking, I will jump into my mother's arms at once, and my mother will hug me and say, "Dear baby, come back from school, go and play there, and my mother will cook good food for you." I made my mother bend down and kiss her face, and then I ran out to play happily. Now that I think about it, maybe that kiss was a reward for my mother's hard work.

When I was 8 years old, I went home from school at noon every day. I smelled food as soon as I entered the door. My mother was sorting things in my room at this moment and said, "You should learn to do your own thing in the future. Look at your messy books. You have grown up. If you can't even do this little thing, it will make people laugh. " "I know, I know," I said, picking up a piece of meat and stuffing it into my mother's mouth. My mother smiled happily.

Now, I gradually understand my mother's love. On my mother's birthday, I bought a big birthday cake with the money I saved. When I walked slowly to my mother with a cake in my hand, she hugged me excitedly with tears in her eyes. I whispered in my mother's ear, "Happy birthday, mom!" " "Mother said emotionally," Nell really grew up. "At that moment, I suddenly understood that a mother also needs her daughter's love and love in return, and the only person who can give her such happiness is me, a daughter who didn't understand maternal love earlier.

There are many stories about our mother and daughter. I believe these stories will grow with me, and the love between mother and daughter will be like a stream, never ending.

⑤ Write the growth story of mom and dad.

Childhood is like a river. A drop of water in the river is everything that happened in childhood, but almost everything can not be separated from the shadow of mom and dad. ...

Mom and dad always accompany us, accompany us through every stage of life, accompany us and guide us to solve problems together. ...

Once, I suddenly wanted to learn to ride a bike, so I told my parents about this idea and tried my best to get them to buy me a bike. At first, my parents refused to buy me a bike for safety reasons. Later, after repeated requests, my parents finally relented and agreed to buy me a bike. As soon as I got my bike, I jumped three feet high with joy and quickly dragged my parents to learn to ride a bike.

I thought it was easy to ride a bike, but after I tried it myself, I changed my mind immediately, because in the process of learning, I found that a bike is like a naughty baby. Although I held the handlebar and stepped on the pedal, she still swayed from side to side like singing "Yangko". I can't balance on it, so I'm too nervous to ride it, for fear that I will fall. My father, who helped me to hold my bike in the back, saw my heart at once and patiently said to me, "Sit on the cushion, sit up straight, keep your eyes on the front, hold the handlebar steady, be brave, and your father will protect you in the back." Don't be afraid. " Encouraged by my father, I tried riding again. Slowly, it seems a lot easier. My mother is also cheering for me.

With the help of my parents, after several days of hard work, I finally learned to ride a bike, despite falling and suffering. I see, if you want to reap the fruits of victory, you must make corresponding efforts. I suddenly feel that I have grown up a lot. Learning to ride a bike is just an episode in my growing up. My parents' love makes me feel really happy!

6. The composition "The Story of Mom and Dad in Shenzhen" is 600 words.

The taste of a city takes time to accumulate, just like a towering tree, it can only grow little by little no matter how anxious it is. What you can do is to make it grow healthily and smoothly, just like Shenzhen.

Shenzhen, where we grew up, must have many subtle fly in the ointment, something refreshing, and a taste of hometown.

One of the history of Shenzhen: According to historical records, as early as 1600 years ago, there was an immigration tide in Shenzhen, and mainlanders made great contributions to the development of Xin 'an. Among the six counties under the jurisdiction of Dongguan County, Bao 'an County is the first one. County governance and county governance are in the same place, and it is an important transportation hub for rivers and seas and a military town for coastal defense. Xin 'an Old Town has created the source of Shenzhen's urban development and become the center of Shenzhen's political, economic and cultural life.

Shenzhen has many characteristics, such as economy, food and entertainment ... What I admire is the development of tourism in Shenzhen.

Tourism development: The 11th Five-Year Plan period is the first five years for China to implement Scientific Outlook on Development and realize the goal of building a well-off society in an all-round way. As the vanguard of reform and opening up, Shenzhen has put forward the strategic plan of "persisting in taking Scientific Outlook on Development as the guide, striving to build a harmonious and efficient Shenzhen and speeding up the construction of an international city", determined the long-term development goals of Shenzhen's tourism industry, and put forward the goals and guiding ideology of Shenzhen's tourism development. In the tourism industry space, tourism resources development, industrial development, market expansion, system innovation and so on. Put forward the phased goals and tasks, and plan the major tourism construction projects in the city. In order to seize the opportunity brought by the 26th Universiade held in Shenzhen in 2006, ensure the healthy development of tourism in the 11th Five-Year Plan and beyond, and continuously improve its competitiveness, this paper puts forward some corresponding countermeasures.

This is the story of Shenzhen, the taste of Shenzhen and the characteristics of Shenzhen!

⑦ The story composition between my parents and me is 300 bytes.

A father loves mountains, and a mother loves water. In every child's heart, mom and dad are always the favorite people. They are both ships and shores. They are ships that carry us on a long journey. This is the coast, our harbor.

I remember that time, my mother was not at home on a business trip and my father worked overtime. I counted the time and eagerly looked forward to my father's return. There is nothing to eat at home, and my head is dizzy with hunger. At this critical moment, dad came back! Before his bench was hot, he got into the kitchen and made a big pot of noodles with three times five divided by two. I couldn't wait and wolfed it down. In a short time, I "destroyed" the big bowl of noodles. Oh, there is a poached egg hidden under the bowl. I swallowed at the speed of a "fast food" activist again. Dad's noodles are almost finished. Dad said softly, "there is only one egg left in the refrigerator, and the supermarket is closed again." You are growing up and need to strengthen nutrition, so I will give it to you. " I am very touched. There was only one egg left at home, but my father gave it to me without hesitation. He gave me not only an egg, but also a mountain of fatherly love!

Just today, it snowed heavily. After I finished the remedial class, my mother was riding a bike in a raincoat.

The electric car came to pick me up. When I saw her, I hurried to her. I sat in the back of the car and hid in my mother's raincoat. I am no longer a little doll. I can't hide in my mother's raincoat. So my mother put most of the raincoats on me without hesitation, wearing only a little. When I got off the bus, I found that my mother was soaked to the skin, her cheeks were purple with cold, and her face was dyed red with snow in many places, but

Parents all over the world want to leave the best for their children. It all comes from love. Father's love is deep and maternal love is great. My parents love me, and I love them.

8 parents' story composition is 800 words.

The mother did not remarry, but took pains to pull her son. At that time, there was no electricity in the village My son reads aloud and draws pictures under the oil lamp every night. My mother took a needle and thread and gently and carefully sewed maternal love into her son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when the awards were hung on two colorful walls, my son grew up like bamboo in spring. Looking at his son who is half a head taller than himself, the wrinkles in his eyes are full of smiles.

The trees all over the mountains are in autumn, and my son was admitted to the county key no.1 middle school. My mother suffers from severe rheumatism, so she can't do farm work, and sometimes she doesn't even have enough to eat. At that time, in No.1 Middle School, students took 30 kilograms of rice to the canteen every month. Knowing that his mother couldn't figure it out, the son said, "Mom, I want to quit school and help you with farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said lovingly, "My mother is really happy that you have this heart, but you have to study." Don't worry, your mother will have a way to support you when she gives birth. You go to school to register first, and I'll deliver rice later. "The son stubbornly said no, the mother said no, and the son still saidno. The mother waved a rough slap and actually hit her in the face. This is the first time that a 16-year-old son was beaten. ...

My son finally went to school. Looking at his distant back, my mother was silently meditating.

Not long after, a late mother arrived in the dining hall of County No.1 Middle School. She limped into the door and panted heavily as she unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulder. Master Xiong, who is responsible for the registration of the palm scale, opened the bag and grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it. He frowned and said, "Your parents always like to take advantage of small things. You see, there are early rice, middle rice, late rice and polished rice here, which simply makes our canteen a miscellaneous rice barrel. " Mother blushed and even said she was sorry. Master Xiong accepted it without saying anything. Mother took out a small cloth bag and said, "Master, here is 5 yuan, which is my son's living expenses this month.". Please give it to him. " Master Xiong took it and shook it. The coins in it jingled. He joked, "What, you sell tea eggs in the street?" Mother's face turned red again. She stammered thanks and limped away.

At the beginning of another month, my mother came into the canteen with a bag of rice. Master Xiong opened the bag to see the rice as usual, his brow furrowed, and it was still mottled rice. He wondered if he didn't make it clear to his mother last time, so he slowly said to her, "We will accept any rice. But the varieties should be separated and must not be mixed together, otherwise they will not be cooked and the cooked rice will be raw. I won't accept it next time. " Mother asked with some trepidation, "Master, my meal is like this. What should I do? " Master Xiong smiled and asked, "Can you grow a hundred kinds of rice on an acre of land? Too funny. " Being robbed, my mother didn't dare to say anything, and Master Xiong ignored her.

At the beginning of the third month, my mother came again. Master Xiong flew into a rage when he saw rice. In an almost irrational tone, he angrily scolded, "Hey, how can you be stubborn when I say you are a mother?" Why is it still mixed rice? You, how did you recite it today, or how did you recite it! "

Mother seems to have anticipated it. She knelt down in front of Master Xiong. Two lines of tears welled up in her sunken eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth. I pleaded ... for this meal! " Master Xiong was surprised, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Mother sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs, revealing a pair of stiff and deformed legs, swollen into a spindle shape ... Mother wiped a handful of tears and said, "I have difficulty walking in the late stage of rheumatism, let alone farming." My son is sensible and wants to drop out of school to help me. I fanned him to school ... "

She explained to Master Xiong that she had always kept secrets from the villagers, and she was even more afraid that her son would know and hurt her self-esteem. Every day at dawn, she quietly went to beg in the village more than ten miles away with empty rice bags and sticks, and then sneaked into the village after dark. She collected rice and sent it to school at the beginning of the month ... My mother was talking, and Master Xiong was already in tears. He lifted his mother up and said, "Good mother, I'll tell the headmaster at once to let the school donate money to your family." The mother shook her hand in panic and said, "No, no, if my son knew that his mother was begging him for an education, it would ruin his self-esteem." Affect his poor study. I appreciate the kindness of my host, please keep it a secret for me, remember to remember! "

Mother limped away.

The headmaster finally learned about it and quietly reduced his son's tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of poor students. Three years later, my son was admitted to Tsinghua University with a score of 627. On the day of seeing the graduates off, the county No.1 middle school was noisy with gongs and drums, and the principal specially invited the mother's son to the podium. I've been wondering all my life: how did you invite me to the stage when several students got high marks? What is even more surprising is that there are three bulging snakeskin bags piled on the stage. At this point, Master Xiong came to the stage and told the story of a mother begging for food for her children. The audience was silent. The headmaster pointed to three snakeskin bags and said emotionally, "This is the three bags of rice that my mother got in the story. This is the food that money cannot buy in the world. Please welcome this great mother to the stage. "

The son looked back doubtfully and saw Master Xiong helping his mother to move to the stage step by step. We don't know what our son was thinking at that moment, and I believe that the shock to him is no less than the stormy waves. As a result, the warmest family scene in the world was staged. Mother and son looked at each other. Mother's eyes were warm and soft, and a lock of gray hair was scattered on her forehead. The son swooped down and hugged her, crying. ...

Pet-name ruby I and my parents story composition of 300 words.

Of all the homework, what I hate most is endorsement. I still stutter every time I try my best, and I can't recite it. Therefore, every time there is an endorsement task, there will be a "war at home" in our family, and it is useless for mom and dad to beat about the bush.

One day, my father mysteriously said to me, "If you can recite the text at once, I will give you an unexpected gift."

I have no reason not to recite this mysterious gift. Finally, until one day my homework was to recite. I used to be lazy when I came home from school, reading newspapers and hanging around before doing my homework. Today is not like today. As soon as I got home, I took out my book and read it aloud, read it several times, then closed it, read it silently, and read it silently again. ...

For my father's gift, the next morning, before I got up, I recited it again and checked it again. Well, almost the same. I confidently said to my father, "I will. Please check." I recited it affectionately, haha! Dad nodded word for word and said with a smile, "All right!"

Great, I jumped three feet, looking forward to the stars and the moon. Finally, dad got off work, brought a beautiful little box and said with a smile, "Open it!" " "I excitedly opened the box. Wow! It turned out to be my dream MP5. I have wanted it for a long time. It can not only watch Big Wolf and Pleasant Goat, but also play games and listen to music. ...

During the winter vacation, I was inseparable from it and couldn't put it down. However, after school, I can only say goodbye to it. School hours are beyond my ability.

Not only did I have beautiful gifts, but more importantly, I learned how to recite them. As long as I work hard, I can do nothing wrong.

What a nice gift from dad!