He was injured and wrote a composition.

1. My deskmate's composition said that he couldn't do his homework because of his hand injury, but he insisted on writing a 350-word composition by a classmate. When class was over in the afternoon, Tang He heard bad news. Ni's leg was injured, and his classmates were injured in a 350-word composition.

The thing is this: Connie Le Kai was walking when Yao Yuan suddenly gave her a heavy push from behind. When I saw Ni, her face was yellow, her legs were purple, her face was full of pain, and her eyes were shining with tears. I really feel sorry for her.

Tang and I took Ni's arm and helped her find a teacher slowly, comforting a few words from time to time. The composition of the second grade of primary school is "Write 350 words for an injured classmate". Wu kept accusing in front of him.

Accusing her of not catching her classmate, Yao Yuan trembled with fear. Of course, she didn't expect to joke with herself, so she pushed it and got into trouble. She put her hand on her chest, as if praying to God that Ginny Le Kai's injury would get better soon.

When I got to the teacher, I opened my pants and found a piece of skin still bleeding. The teacher looked and looked.

He frowned and said, "Apply mercuric chloride". Say that finish, take out the mercuric chloride and dip it with a cotton swab.

Gradually, Ni Le Kai's face returned to calm. This shouldn't happen today. I think students should help each other instead of playing tricks on each other.

Otherwise, there will be danger at any time, and it is too late to regret it.

2. A classmate's injured composition 400 words A classmate's injured composition 400 words When class was over in the afternoon, Tang and I heard the bad news of Ni's leg injury. The thing is this: Connie Le Kai was walking when Yao Yuan suddenly gave her a heavy push from behind. When I saw Ni, her face was yellow, her legs were purple, her face showed pain, and tears flashed in her eyes. I really feel sorry for her.

Tang and I took Ni's arm, helped her find a teacher slowly, and comforted her from time to time. Wu kept accusing in front of him. Accusing her of playing tricks on her classmates, Yao Yuan trembled with fear. Of course, she didn't think it was a joke, so she pushed it and got into trouble. She put her hands on her chest, as if praying to God that Ni Kaizhile's injury would get better soon.

When I got to the teacher, I opened my pants and found a piece of skin still bleeding. The teacher looked and looked. He frowned and said, "Apply mercuric chloride". With that, he took out mercuric chloride, dipped it with a cotton swab and touched it. Gradually, Ni Le Kai's face returned to calm.

Today's event should not have happened. I think students should help each other instead of playing tricks on each other. If danger is not possible at any time, it will be too late to regret it.

3. Composition: I hurt her for more than 450 words. The sky that hasn't cleared for a long time still has your smile, and crying can't bury your guilt.

On Thursday, I saw that she was still unhappy, so I sent a text message to ask her: What's wrong with you these days? Why are you unhappy?

She replied that there must be something wrong. Go ahead.

I'm so stupid. Obviously I asked her, but she asked me instead. At that time, I panicked and said, nothing, how can something happen?

She has confirmed it, and now she says, please, say something. I can bear it. If you don't tell me, I'll feel even worse.

I said to myself, it's impossible between you, so just say it.

So as soon as I closed my eyes, I typed the words the other day. Meanwhile, I regret it. Why am I so stupid that I will hurt her? Who can tell me what the message I sent below means? I really don't know, please) the content is written like this: in fact, I don't know if I should say anything, but I dare not pass it on after typing. It makes me uncomfortable to think about it, but it's better to say it. I hope it won't embarrass you. It turns out that I really like you, and I don't believe it myself. Can you believe it? Sometimes I treat you as a brother and sister, but sometimes I feel like you. I really can't tell. What a mess. The question is, you're not afraid, are you? Ha ha!

She replied, well, that's it! ? I didn't scare o, you think too much.

I replied: Have you finished watching depression? Actually, I really don't know if I should say it. Please forgive me if I say something wrong.

She replied, well, nothing. Actually, don't think too much, everything will be clear. Hmm. How interesting

I said, yeah.

She replied, let's put it this way first. We are still the same as before. Hmm. How interesting

I can only read the dialogue forever and read the harm I have caused you. I can't forgive me, so please pretend I'm gone.

She won't pretend to be embarrassed. Actually, I found that she likes me, too, but I'm not sure. Every day since I finished writing this paragraph, I have seen that she is unhappy and afraid to look at me. It is rare to send text messages now. Sometimes I send her messages, but she doesn't reply. Sometimes she sends me about two messages, but not more than three (even if I ask her).

She texted on Friday that she was wearing long sleeves today? Go back and say that the weather is really cold and the clothes are ok, hehe! How can it be * *?

She hasn't replied since.

She sent it to me yesterday, saying, give me some advice. Do you think my short hair looks good or my long hair looks good?

I replied: You can be angry at will. I haven't seen it. How should I know? You decide for yourself. Ha ha!

She didn't answer after that.

I really don't understand. I am so helpless. I'm really afraid of losing her, but I dare not say. Because we are related, it is difficult to be together. After saying that long paragraph, I began to regret it and could never get it back.

Can you give me some comments and suggestions? Brothers and sisters, I can't thank you enough. Can you help me? Faced with feelings, I am really helpless. The following is the first time I have written so much. My Chinese is not good and my writing is not fluent. I apologize to you. I don't know where to start, but I always know that our story can only be described by fate. Generally speaking, I didn't know her existence until I was 15 years old. I remember the first time we met was when my grandmother was drinking spring wine. At that time, we were all strangers (she may have been born by her former mother, because her stepmother was my mother's sister). I was curious about her origin at that time, so I wanted to find out. So far, her appearance is like a mystery, which makes me elusive. I remember sending her a short message last Sunday and asking her: Why didn't you show up before 15, and I didn't see you until after 15? Where did you live before? Could you tell me? After a while, she came back and said, well, I don't know about this either. So I didn't ask. Although I really want to know, I still keep a straight face. She doesn't want to say forget it. I don't want to embarrass her.

Others care about how to write your injured composition. As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place. We should care about each other and the world will be beautiful.

There are people around me who care about each other, and one stranger helps me remember deeply.

It happened when I went to my aunt's house to take care of two little cousins under six years old in the summer vacation when I was nine years old.

I remember one day, when I was running with some friends and two cousins in the alley of the back garden, I saw a tattered umbrella. We looked at the umbrella curiously, and we jumped to the other side of the umbrella one by one. I am running forward, too. Suddenly, a big stone tripped me. I tripped. A sharp and long thing cut my knee. I got up and looked at it and exclaimed. "Oh, my God!" A deep and thick wound keeps bleeding. I'm in a hurry and the pain is unbearable. I cried, and my voice went through several alleys. Children and cousins asked; What's the matter with you? Let's get someone to save you. I nodded my head. My aunt is out busy and can't ask her for help. When my little friends and cousins were looking for partners all over the world, my neighbor aunt heard it. As soon as she saw my bleeding knee, she immediately turned out the medicine box and ran over with it. She dug out a bottle of iodine from the medicine cabinet, dipped it in cotton and applied it to my wound. I grit my teeth and look at my aunt. She was sweating and muttering to herself. What's the matter with you? It is very serious to be hurt like this ...' I was very moved and said softly; Thank you, aunt! She is treating my wound and has no intention of listening to me at all. In a short time, the wound was completely bandaged. I was about to thank menstruation, but she walked away and said as she walked; Be careful next time, I hope you won't leave a scar!' Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't listen to what others were arguing about.

Later, I still left a scar on my knee, and I will never forget the neighbor aunt who looks cold and warm inside.

Extend our friendly hand and let us care about each other.

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5. The small animal is hurt. Do you care if you see a small animal hurt? What would you do? One morning, my mother and I went to the park to exercise. I found a rabbit under a bush. It saw me and ran away. It runs very slowly. I caught it without much effort.

It turned out that the rabbit's leg was injured and it was badly hurt. If not treated in time, the rabbit is likely to die, and the rabbit is also a life. what can I do? By the way, there is an animal hospital in Dongting Gate, which can cure rabbit's leg disease.

I rushed it to the hospital. I asked the doctor anxiously, and the doctor said, "Nothing serious, just a little skin injury."

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. The doctor bandaged it and said to me. "Rabbits should have a good rest these days."

After a week, I took the rabbit to the hospital for examination. The doctor said that the rabbit's injury had healed, then he untied the bandage and the rabbit jumped up again. I took it to the park and let it return to nature.

6. My father was injured. My father has a pair of strange hands. In winter, my father's hands will crack a series of scars, so he always wraps them tightly with tape to prevent the cracks from expanding. Even so, dad never complains.

My father often uses these hands to cook, clean and sweep the floor for my family ... Every time I see my father's hands, I feel particularly warm. I remember that dad was "dressing" his hand that night, so I pestered him to blow balloons for me to play with. At this time, my father blew a balloon for me without saying anything. The balloon has been blown up by my father My father just tried to tighten the balloon when he heard a bang and the balloon burst. Dad had to blow another one, but just as dad wanted to tighten it, the balloon burst again and blew several times in a row. What happened? Only then did we find out that it was dad's "strange hand" that made the ghost. We all laughed. Although the balloon didn't blow up, I still appreciate my father's "loving hand".

When dad's students asked him if it hurt to write chalk, he just smiled. From then on, everyone stopped asking questions, but every time they tried to help dad copy the homework registration. My mother often laughs at my father's "rich hand".

Dad can do many strange things with these hands. Do you want to know? Just come to my house and have a look.

7.200 words about the ingredients of dad's injury. Hello, I hope the following can help you:

When I came home from school on Friday, I saw my father coming down from upstairs with a cane, and my heart thumped. "What's the matter?" I hurried forward: "Dad, what's wrong with you?" Dad said with a wry smile, "I sprained my ankle." I am extremely distressed: "How could I be so careless?" Dad sighed and said, "I stepped on someone while playing basketball at school." After that, my father walked downstairs on crutches ... At this time, a picture came to my mind: it was in the second grade, I accidentally sprained my ankle in table tennis training, and the doctor said I couldn't walk, so my father carried me to school every day. Lying on my father's back, I felt his breathing getting faster and faster, but he didn't say anything about getting into trouble. Dad's strong back, strong pace and shortness of breath are all printed in my heart ... so I quickly stepped forward and bent down to say to my father, "Dad, please hold me and let me be your crutch, so it will be more convenient to walk!" Dad hugged my shoulder: "Son, you are so kind. You are such a sensible child!" " "Dad's helplessness has just disappeared, with a happy smile on his face. At this moment, I am so happy and proud! Although I can't hold him or carry him, I have become his crutch!

8. Writing a composition on the topic of children's injury is a true story because it is kind. Although many years have passed, many details are still vivid because I participated in the handling of the whole incident. At that time, I thought it was a good creative material, but afterwards I felt that the whole incident was unremarkable and not "earth-shattering". Later, a friend of mine who worked as a reporter in an enterprise newspaper wrote one by one. Published on the front page of People's Daily. This story was caused by an ordinary traffic accident. At that time, I was engaged in property management in an enterprise community. I rushed to the scene as soon as I received the news. The scene was terrible. A bicycle and its owner lay quietly in a pool of bright red blood under a four-wheeled van. The driver who caused the accident is missing. According to witnesses, the driver got off the bus and took a look at the belly of the car, and immediately dialed 120. He left the scene. The victim suddenly climbed out of the car before the ambulance and traffic police arrived. We found that his blood was actually Chili sauce, and the obvious injury was only a broken left leg. He clearly told me that he was a suburban farmer and rode to the community to sell Chili sauce. He was frightened just now and was not seriously injured. The ambulance and the traffic police arrived at the same time. The doctor immediately examined the injured person and concluded that his left leg was crushed. I don't see much damage in other parts, so I have to go to the hospital for more detailed examination. I'm relieved. It seems to be a false alarm. Now all I have to do is help the traffic police find the driver who caused the accident at once. But at this moment, there was a shocking news. The driver ran to the balcony of the stairs on the fourth floor of a residential building and jumped down. This is really complicated. He rushed from one scene to another. This scene is once again a big surprise. The driver stood there crying and an old retired worker fell to the ground. The story here is a bit bizarre. When the driver jumped over the guardrail, the old retired worker passed by. In desperation, he bravely rushed forward and grabbed the falling body. As a result, the rescued person was safe and sound, but the old worker broke two ribs. Thanks to the brave action of the old worker, the whole event changed. The so-called "news eye". But when my friend interviewed him and asked him if he was scared afterwards, his answer was as simple as this: I can't watch him die. The story is over, but it was an ordinary accident, which complicated its aftermath for unexpected reasons. But the reality is that this driver is very poor, with a mother, wife and children, relying on his own income. I lent him money to buy a second-hand small four-wheeled vehicle for short-distance transportation in the factory. So when he faced a sudden disaster, his heart was dying. The old worker is admirable. After learning about the driver's family, he refused all compensation and paid his own medical expenses. The most worrying thing is that the injured farmer may have to stay in the hospital for about a year until he meets his requirements. There are too many such examples. But the progress of things is completely beyond my expectation. The driver was obviously unprepared and paused: What if it can be saved? Because of this sentence, we were moved, and so were the injured people. The next day, the injured farmer insisted on leaving the hospital: we should go home to raise, but we can't be wrong! Kindness is the most basic character in human nature and the simplest beauty in human nature. Only in good soil can the flowers of higher morality bloom. We can't ask every ordinary person to feel the earth and the earth with lofty morality, but we must be kind in everyone's heart to make the world beautiful. Now that I think about it, if there is any important factor, it can only be one reason-because of kindness.

9. "I am injured" composition After school at noon today, I walked slowly behind alone. When I went downstairs, my mother had already arrived home.

I was a little anxious, so I kept running home. When I ran to the fifth floor, I lost my strength and my legs were a little weak. My foot suddenly kicked on the ladder, which turned me into a dog eating mud. I feel a sharp pain. When you touch it with your hand, your chin hurts and you bleed profusely. I started crying. My mother heard my crying and ran out of the house. She was shocked to see me covered in blood. She hurriedly dragged me to the hospital. When I came to the hospital, the doctor said, "Such a big incision needs stitches." As soon as I heard that I was going to sew, I was so scared that I ran behind my mother and hid. Persuaded by my doctor and mother, I finally got up the courage to walk into the operating room. I gritted my teeth, endured the pain and asked the doctor to sew me up. After a while, the needle was finally sewn. I breathed a long sigh of relief. Today is really an unfortunate day.

Today's events also taught me a profound lesson: be careful in everything you do!

10. How to write a composition with my injury as the topic? Today is a tragedy. I hurt my leg.

When I went down to play in the afternoon, I saw a very annoying person coming. I couldn't be seen by him, so I ran as fast as I could, and I tripped over the lid of a sewer, and my knees were covered with blood and mud. I felt very miserable and limped home slowly.

My mother saw that my leg was hurt and asked with concern, "honey, you are hurt." Does it hurt? " I held back my tears and nodded. Mom found cotton swabs, iodine and hydrogen peroxide to help me clean the wound.

Seeing me grinning with pain, my mother gave me a sigh of relief and said, "If you can't stand it, just cry." I thought to myself, men are not afraid of pain, and tears will be laughed at by others. So I tried not to cry.

My mother told me to be careful when walking in the future. I am injured, my body will hurt, and my mother's heart will hurt. So I can't get hurt again.

After listening to my mother's words, I was very moved. Every time I meet with difficulties, my mother will come to help me. How happy to have a mother!