The story composition at home is 700 words

A. The story composition in the photo has 700 words in Grade One.

The story in the photo opened the old photo album at home and the yellowed photo came into view.

That's a photo taken by my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, wearing a small cloth jacket with a square collar, a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is going to climb the tree. And my uncle, carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long, doesn't know what to do. I don't know until I ask my mother that they will know enough shells. In those days, cicada slough was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, the children of every family will get up early and go to the Woods in the village to find cicada shells with small baskets and long bamboo poles. My brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find the cicada's shell, while my brothers and sisters helped to pass the bamboo pole and pick up the cicada's shell, which was very tacit. Children often start early in the morning with dry food and don't go home until dark. At this time, their small basket is full of cicada shells, while the small basket with cover is full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried cicada shells every few days and sent them to the pharmacy in the town, so that the tuition fee for one year would be settled. When the harvest is good, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! Cicada, which is not fully hatched in a small basket, is another rare food for people. Every night when cicadas are hatched, children can't wait to wash the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat delicious. There are even greedy children like cats. On the way to the pharmacy to sell cicadas, they secretly hide a few cicadas, fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat them with relish. Do you know what delicious food was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, and let me share that wonderful and happy time with my mother!

B. The story composition in winter is 700 words

This winter, the weather is not too cold.

It's always cold in winter in Beijing. Walking in the crowd, everyone wrapped themselves in cotton-padded clothes and hats. However, in this cold season of winter, I feel warm because of love.

It was a winter morning, and the sun was miserly hiding in the clouds. As usual, I carry a heavy schoolbag and walk to school. My home is on the second floor. I never take the elevator. On this day, the light in the corridor was broken. Walking into this impenetrable narrow corridor is like being blindfolded by a piece of black cloth. I can only see the outline of the scene through the faint light from the crack of the corridor door. I grabbed the handrail eagerly in the dark, and the iron handrail suddenly made me tremble with cold. I had to lean on the handrail tightly, with one foot poking gently, stepping on a step slowly, and the other foot following carefully. Although it is winter, I still feel hot and sweaty after a few steps. The dark corridor is particularly quiet, so quiet that I can hear my heartbeat, and an inexplicable fear gradually rises in my heart. I rubbed it down a little bit, while thinking angrily: what property, even the lights are not repaired, how dangerous! At this time, the exit door quietly opened, the corridor became bright, and a gray-haired grandmother came in. She took out the garbage, straightened up, looked up at me in the dark, and then pushed open the exit door. "Don't go!" I thought, I finally have someone to accompany me. I have to hurry up, hurry up, or I will be locked in this dark corridor as soon as my grandmother goes out! My steps suddenly accelerated. But grandma doesn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Her whole body leaned against the door, and she struggled to pull out a hand and waved it at me. Wrinkled face opens out "Dragon Claw Chrysanthemum". I was even sadder to see her pretending to be relaxed. How tired it must be for an old woman to carry such a heavy door for me! But I am still far from the door, and the dim light makes me afraid to walk quickly. At this time, the door slowly pressed on grandma, and the lights were getting darker and darker.

I quickened my pace again, but I was so flustered that I couldn't help but stumble three times. "Slow down, son, or you'll fall!" Grandma said to me in her hoarse voice full of love. She stood behind the door, and her aging body pushed the door back. A cold wind blew from time to time in the corridor on the first floor, and grandma's thin body trembled in the wind, pushing the heavy iron gate with her thin hands like dead branches. Seeing this, I urged myself: "Hurry up, hurry up." I quickly alternate steps, and my heart is warm. All the dissatisfaction melted at this time and became a warm current, which flowed to the whole body. "Slow down, I'll wait for you!" Grandma's voice rang in my ear again. A warm current came to my mind again and went downstairs. I rushed to the heavy door at the entrance of the building, pushed him open with all my strength, held the door, and waited patiently for grandma to leave. Watching her stumble outside the building, I felt a sense of pride and unprecedented warmth and happiness.

Love is passed from one person to another. I always believe that the world is beautiful and love is interlinked. What others gave us, we should get double reward. This winter is really not cold.

Warm

Love is everywhere. Just feel it with your heart and you will find it. Caring will bring you warmth and touch. On an ordinary little thing, I felt the warmth from a stranger

It was getting dark on a breezy autumn night. After class, I got on a 384 bus with three classmates. The bus is so crowded that it is difficult to find a place to stay. The passengers around me were so big that I was squeezed in the middle of people's backs. I felt abnormal chest tightness and had some difficulty breathing.

Look, there is a gap near the window. When my eyes lit up, I immediately pushed forward. That's terrible! The schoolbag caught me and I couldn't exercise at all. At this time, an aunt by the window saw my heavy schoolbag sandwiched in the crowd and said to me kindly, "Let me help you, little friend!" " "I'm a little embarrassed in the face of strangers, but my aunt has squeezed into my side with a smile. She gently took the schoolbag off my shoulder, holding it tightly with both hands and holding it vigorously. At this time, I suddenly felt relaxed, my eyes rested on my aunt's hand carrying a schoolbag, and I thought, what a coincidence! I met an enthusiastic aunt.

I stood beside menstruation and gently wiped the sweat from my head with my hands. Suddenly, I braked suddenly and almost hit someone. My aunt quickly grabbed me and said softly, "Hold on to the handrail and don't fall!" " "I took my aunt's weak arm and said loudly," Aunt, thank you! " "Aunt blinked, with a faint smile on her face. Look, many people around me also gave my aunt a kind smile. I didn't expect my aunt to be so considerate to me! I looked up at this kind aunt: she wore a long ponytail, her mouth was slightly upturned, and her nose was high. She looked so amiable. She looked at the window calmly, as if enjoying the beautiful scenery. Take a closer look, hey, a few fine beads of sweat have appeared on my aunt's head, but her hand holding the schoolbag belt has not been loosened for a moment, and it has been flushed with the schoolbag belt. I thought to myself: My schoolbag is so heavy that my aunt must be very tired. So, I turned around and said, "Aunt, thank you. I'm getting off. I'll get my bag. " She said kindly, "well, when you get off the bus, I'll pass the bag through the window." Listening to the words of concern, I secretly admire: what a good aunt! Although we don't know each other, she helped me like a relative, and a feeling of gratitude arises spontaneously.

The bus finally arrived at the station. I pushed my way through the crowd and ran to the window. I saw my aunt holding my schoolbag in her hands and handing it out from the window. I grabbed my schoolbag and shouted, "thank you, aunt, goodbye!" " ".Aunt also provoked the corners of her mouth, smiled at me and waved gently. The bus slowly went away and my heart was touched. When I needed help, my aunt extended a helping hand. She gave me the most sincere care and the most careful care, which filled my heart with warmth.

There is truth everywhere in the world and it warms people's hearts everywhere. A little care, a little help, and a warm-hearted aunt brought me a warmth and a touch.

Don't let your love become poison.

"Filial piety comes first" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of China people, which naturally depends on the nurture and education of parents. One thing about winter vacation makes me deeply worried about these modern children.

I once went to an extracurricular class. While I was doing my homework, a girl with a ponytail and KFC in her hand and a 70-year-old grandfather with gray hair came into the classroom.

"Hey, help me put my bag here!" She spoke first. The old man slowly took the schoolbag off his shoulder and held it slowly with both hands, as if carrying a heavy burden. My face and hands are already very thin, with a few dazzling veins standing out. He closed his eyes, riveted his strength, gritted his teeth and made a "squeaking" sound. Obviously, this schoolbag is already a heavy thing for him. But the girl didn't lift her head, and the expression of pain for the old man seemed commonplace. She is still listening to MP3, chewing her hamburger leisurely and singing songs easily. I looked at the old man sympathetically: her back was slightly hunched, and in her yellow eyes, I could only see her love and kindness, on the contrary, her indifference and boredom. My heart seems to be blocked by something. I don't know whether it is helpless or angry, but the next scene completely touched my heart. "Grandpa, plug in the tape recorder quickly!"

Again, the old man squatted down slowly without any language and breathed a sigh of relief. Before he came to his senses, the girl in the chair suddenly kicked the old man in the back. This kick reached the most sensitive position in my heart, which made my heart tremble like a broken one. "How so slow!" The girl said, frowning wearily, and the old man almost staggered.

In desperation, I rushed up and helped the old man up. I yelled at the girl: "Your grandfather is so old, and you still let him do this and that. Do you know how to respect your elders? " Can't you do it yourself? "The old man said to me," I can't make my granddaughter tired. " .。 。"

At present, most families have only one child, and the spoiled child lives in the doting of his parents, which has caused my sad thing today. Parents, don't spoil your children and don't let your love turn into poison. Let go of your hands and let them soar in your own sky!

The story of winter

It snowed heavily in a cold winter. In the morning, there are few pedestrians on the road. The ground is too white to tell where the sky is and where the ground is. Everything seems to be shivering with cold, and everything is frozen. Casual passers-by were dressed untidy and hurried on. The cold wind hangs relentlessly and whines.

On the roadside, a poor beggar squatted and begged from passers-by. composition

The snow is getting heavier and the wind is getting colder and colder. If you step on the snow, you can expose a deep snow hole. There are fewer and fewer people in the street.

The poor beggar has a strand of hair covering half of his face, and some chewing gum is stuck on it, which looks like he just walked out of the garbage dump. The beggar still wears a tattered military cap on his head, which is dirty. There is a big hole in the back of the hat, revealing black cotton. composition

The beggar's clothes have several big holes, some of which are still patched, but they still can't be sealed. Oh, pants are long and short, and they are very fat, which is very different from beggars' bodies. It seems to be picked up, so the beggar found a straw rope and tied it around his waist to prevent his pants from falling down. One of his shoes is big and the other is small. I can tell at a glance that he picked it up. One of them even showed his toes. He looks pale, as if he hadn't bathed for half a year. The beggar was holding a dark wooden stick and a colorless broken bowl, and a poor dime was lying in the broken bowl.

Suddenly, a lady came over and saw that she was wearing several gold earrings on her ears, a big gold ring on her hand, a tiger coat and a pair of high heels.

As soon as the beggar saw the lady, he thought that he might eat soon. He ran to the lady and said, "Madam, please give me something to eat. I haven't eaten for three days. " When the lady saw a beggar standing in front of her, she quickly held her nose back. "Where is the beggar?" She cried. Please, can't you see I'm here? Don't get my clothes dirty, you can't afford it! "Say, holding the poodle walked away. ...

The beggar looked up at the sky, his eyes full of helplessness, helplessness and hatred. He slowly fell into the snow.

The snow is still falling, the wind is still blowing, and the heavy snow has built a snow grave for the beggar.

C. The unforgettable family story will be 700 words.

In the team activity class on Friday afternoon, there were bursts of laughter and laughter in our classroom. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Our class held a wonderful story meeting in the classroom.

The story meeting is about to begin, and the students are excitedly reviewing the prepared stories. The first person to tell a story on the stage was Zhang Chi. I thought to myself: Zhang Chi never listens carefully in class, and is often criticized by the teacher, and his academic performance is not good. The story he tells will not be much better. I saw Zhang Chi walk slowly to the front of the platform, saluted and began to tell stories. His story is about the poor and bread. Zhang Chi said as he followed the story. He said ten loaves of bread and then put up ten fingers. He jumped sideways, as if to avoid something. Oh! It turns out that something is going to fall out of the story. He said, frowning and touching his head thoughtfully. He doesn't remember the story! I'm worried about him. After pausing for a few seconds, he summoned up the courage to speak out vividly, only to see his hand bend forward and lift his foot, which caused the whole class to burst into laughter. The whole class applauded him warmly. Through this time, I really look at Zhang Chi with new eyes. It turns out that people who don't study well at ordinary times also have their excellent side.

The best story is told by Liang, the monitor of our class. She hurried to the front of the platform and began to tell stories. At some point, Liang also started to act. I saw her fingers wrapped around her head, probably because the hero in the story was planning something. Liang learned from the people in the story that sometimes he was loud, sometimes he was quiet, and sometimes he laughed loudly ... which made the whole class burst into laughter. Liang came to a wonderful point and suddenly stopped. She must have forgotten the story. She touched her head with her hand, rolled her eyes up and down, and looked at the ceiling from time to time as if to find the content of the story from the ceiling. You see, as soon as her eyes lit up, she remembered and began to speak again. Her story made the whole class laugh. After the story was finished, the thunderous applause in the classroom lasted for a long time.

Then many students told stories, and applause and laughter broke out in the classroom.

After class, the teacher said, "Liang scored the highest in today's story meeting." We warmly applauded her again.

This story will be really wonderful! It not only exercises our language expression ability, but also exercises our courage and stimulates our interest in reading extracurricular books. I really hope that teachers will hold more such activities.

D. 500-800 words are urgent for family story composition.

In cold weather, when I come home from school, I'm ready to eat snacks as soon as I put down my schoolbag. I have a bad habit of eating without washing my hands. I opened the cupboard, took out the "egg yolk pie" and ate it with relish. Suddenly, the telephone rang. I got a fright and picked up the phone. "ah! Who are you looking for? " "Ding Luchen, don't wash your hands when you eat!" "Mom, how do you know?" I asked doubtfully. "Of course I know. Ok, do your homework well. " Mom hung up the phone.

I can't figure it out. How does my mother know that I don't wash my hands when I eat? Can't mom install a camera at home and connect it to the company computer? I was puzzled, and I searched carefully at home to find some clues. After a while, the phone rang again. I picked up the phone and heard my mother's voice: "What are you doing walking around?" ! Do your homework quickly! "My mother is anxious to order me." Mom, do you have a camera at home? "I really can't restrain my inner doubts." Okay, okay. I just installed a camera at home to monitor your every move. "Mom, hang up the phone.

I was dubious and determined to find the camera installed by my mother, so I continued my "big search". At this time, my father came back from work and I told him about it. "Dad, is there really a camera in mom's house?" "Impossible, how is it possible!" Dad seems to have a plan. "But how can there be a new newspaper on the table?" I told my father what I found in the search. "This? ! "Dad is very confused. "Mom can't be at home because mom gets off work very late." No, do your homework!

After a while, the phone rang again: "Hello! Ding Luchen, is the meal almost ready? I'll come to dinner in a minute. DuDu! DuDu! DuDu! " Hey! How did my mother know that the meal was ready? It is likely that there is something wrong with her camera again. I've been thinking about it.

After cooking, we can eat. Suddenly, the door of the big room opened and my mother came out. "Ha ha ha! You have all been cheated by me. " Mom smiled. At that time, I was angry and funny, and felt stupid. Obviously, I was cheated by my mother.

Then we eat with a smile.

E. some unpleasant things in junior high school "composition 700 words (must be a contradiction with the family).

The moment when flowers bloom silently, but bloom again; The scene where the dawn is limited, but the sun rises again. Happiness is at that moment, that scene, why didn't you notice it? Because I have been very happy, waiting for flowers to bloom, waiting for dawn, waiting ... Yes, waiting is also a kind of happiness. The flower is waiting to open, and she is satisfied at the moment of blooming. I'm waiting for success. At the moment of success, I will be like her. Study hard for three years, sharpen a sword for ten years, and practice hard for many years, expecting to have a dazzling moment like a epiphyllum. Try to wait. They got married, and I worked hard while waiting, hoping to have successful results as soon as possible. Waiting is a silent happiness. At dawn, the first ray of sunshine of the day shone on my bedside and caught my eye. In the endless darkness, waiting for the return of light and the sunrise. Because only waiting can kill the fear in your heart, then waiting is a kind of happiness. In the past days, my dim goal in life is still unknown, and I don't know how to move forward. Only by waiting can I find a way that is the same as my life. Waiting is also a relative happiness. Happiness is everywhere. She's with me. I'll tell you a true story: my neighbor's grandmother hugged me when I was a child. She is no longer alive. She waited for her grandfather to come home for more than 30 years, but never gave up. Because grandpa was a sailor when he was young, he was killed at sea, so ... grandma waited for a long time, but she didn't know grandpa was dead. No one told her, and she didn't want to know the fact that grandpa died, so she waited, waiting for those illusory lies. Before I die again, I wrote in my suicide note: "waiting for you is the greatest happiness in my life;" Taking care of your children is my greatest happiness; Running a family business for you is my greatest happiness ... "Grandma's waiting is a very sad happiness. When experiencing the baptism of the storm, we are waiting for the gorgeous rainbow; When experiencing a tsunami, we wait for a clear sky; We are waiting for the joy of success when we are experiencing disdainful efforts. Isn't waiting a pleasure? Isn't waiting a kind of happiness? Waiting can't make us happy. If you give up waiting now, you will not see the rainbow after the rain, and there will be no happiness after the rain. So don't say you are unhappy, at least you still have to wait, waiting is also a kind of happiness!

F. How to write 700 words in the composition of family experience?

My mother

I have a hardworking and kind mother.

He is not tall, and his modest eyes are full of expectations for me. Two splayed eyebrows, a small flat nose and two thin lips constitute his mother's kind face.

In my mind, my mother is always so strong. That weather-beaten face always wears that confident and strong smile. Since her mother was laid off, she has found a new job instead of staying at home. She goes out early and comes back late every day. No matter whether it is cold or hot, he never complains that he is tired, even on holidays. Sometimes when she catches a cold, she listens and never rests. In my opinion, she is like a robot, never tired.

G. Tell the story of a relative in 700 words.

M is hot milk tea every morning; O is the mother's kiss on the child's cheek; T is a scented washboard; H is indoctrination; E is those gentle eyes; On the other hand, R is an exquisite children's book. String these lovely letters together, and a very warm word-mom appears.

To tell the truth, whenever I see the word "mom", my heart is always full of feelings that I can't express. I love my mother, not because she has a pair of hands that can cook a good meal and knit a beautiful scarf, but because she has a golden love that moves me.

It was the first day of junior high school. /kloc-when I was 0/2 years old, I rushed into the house with new books and counted them like a baby. One or two ... Why is there a Chinese book missing? Suddenly, I was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around and taking out my schoolbag anxiously, but there was no sign of my Chinese book. Shit! I must have accidentally lost it on my way home just now. What should I do? I have to go to the bookstore to buy one. However, will my mother go out to buy books for me? I had to explain my intention to my mother with trepidation. "Oh, never mind. I'll go to the bookstore after dinner. " My mother said airily that she didn't blame me. I looked up in panic and found my mother looking at me affectionately. Her eyes, full of pity for me, like a clean stream, calmed my anxiety. I looked at her gratefully, and the stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.

After dinner, my mother put on her coat in a hurry and pushed her bike away. Night, very quiet, crisp * * * in the alley is particularly crisp. I waited anxiously in the house. An hour passed ... two hours passed ... Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. Sitting in the room, I jumped up and rushed over. When I opened the door, my mother's smile was still gentle in the cold wind, and I was holding a Chinese book in my hand. Outside, although autumn is getting stronger, it makes maternal love more precious and moving. I was so moved that I silently thanked myself for having such a good mother.

The story of my mother and I continued to be staged, and I grew up happily and healthily under the nourishment of maternal love. There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, and only maternal love is the greatest. Even if it is brought to the whole world, it cannot surpass the greatness, selflessness, preciousness and purity of maternal love. I really want to shout: "Mom, I love you!" " "

Family ties will never be forgotten.

Affection, a word I will never forget, has been deeply imprinted in my mind. ...

Affection, like a road sign in confusion, guides you the way forward; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart. ...

The final exam is coming. I was reviewing that night when my mother knocked at the door and said, "son, don't work too hard, you will be exhausted." I specially stewed a bowl of chicken soup to replenish your brain. " Mom said with concern with a smile.

But I was ungrateful and said impatiently to her, "I don't even have time to review." Do I still have time to drink? " I don't want to drink, take it out! "I said to her lukewarm.

"Is it not good to raise your spirits and take the exam again?" Mother is still very gentle tone, "sleep after drinking soup!" " Cheer up. "There is a trace of anxiety in the mother's tone.

The nicer people are to me, the more annoying I seem to be. "Go out, you are disturbing my reading." I yelled at my mother. The atmosphere suddenly became very lifeless and awkward.

"You ... you child, do it at your own will! I don't care about you! " She dropped this harsh remark and ran out of my room at once. Mom is like a turtle without a shell. I stabbed her all over. I know my mother cares about me, and I know I hurt my mother. In fact, I really don't want to say those harsh words, but I don't know why, as soon as I opened my mouth, these words came out like a barrage. Listening to my mother's voice, I hate and regret; Why should I quarrel with my mother? She's obviously doing me good, but I ... ...

I'm going to apologize to my mother. I went to my mother's room, but I heard my father comforting my mother and saying, "Don't be sad. What she did was not study hard. You should be proud of her! " Right? You didn't expect her to be like this before! ""no, you didn't see her unruly appearance, which really pissed me off! I really regret raising his daughter! " "Look at you, you're still angry ..."

I think I should go in. Knock, knock, knock. I'm in. "Mom, I ..." My mother turned away from me, so I sat next to her. "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm not angry because of what you said. I was wrong this time. Will you forgive me? My mother still ignores me. At this time, my father pleaded for me: "Look, the children have come to apologize to you, and you are not satisfied! "Mom is a very strong person, it's hard to say how quickly she agreed. Take dad as an excuse, "for your dad's sake, I forgive you." "

"Ok, thank you, Mom." I am happy to say to my mother

"As long as you don't annoy me in the future,1"

"No problem, don't worry!"

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, the whole family laughed together.

Invisible chains

Some people say that we and our relatives are clouds in the sky and don't know each other. It was cold, and the clouds turned into snowflakes, fell to the ground, solidified into ice, turned into water, and never separated again. Although it sounds ridiculous, I believe that there is such an invisible chain that connects us closely with the people we love, as inseparable as water.

The first time I felt the existence of this chain strongly and deeply was on the first day of entering kindergarten. I pouted and was coaxed by my mother to take me to kindergarten, a beautiful place with many toys, but it was like a nightmare for me. After she found the class teacher and said a few words, she handed me over to a middle-aged woman who held her little hand tightly. Then she said "Be good" to me and left, regardless of my feelings. She left, as if she would become beautiful, too.

H. The story of my family's positive energy 700 is urgent.

If you ask me, "Where are you from? I will say with great pride: I am from Liuzhou! Liuzhou is a beautiful city. Please come to Liuzhou. "

Speaking of Liuzhou, you will naturally think of the picturesque Liujiang River. However, I know from my father how turbid Liujiang used to be. I was surprised to hear what my father said. Liuzhou, which used to be underdeveloped, is now prosperous. Can you believe it?

The water in Liujiang River is changeable. Sometimes very calm, like a polished bronze mirror. Sometimes the river flows downward, just like a giant bear sliding down a narrow hillside. Sometimes the river is full of waves, like a naughty baby playing. Do you think Liujiang is beautiful?

Dalongtan Park is even more lively. The birds started a happy sports meeting. The sports meeting began, and some birds lined up in the air; Some fly in the air; Some people are holding interesting bird-catching competitions; Some are competing for standing long jump; Some people are holding a very special badminton match. Is this sports meeting interesting?

At night, the lights are on, and the night view of Liuzhou is beautiful! Rows of tall buildings, every household lights up, like naughty eyes. On the roadside, a colorful street lamp seems to have several colorful little stars embedded in a magical crutch. Colorful little stars are winking at us as if to say hello to us. Next to the path, suddenly, two little stars flashed, "meow", oh! It turned out to be a lovely kitten.

After listening to my introduction, you must be tempted, right? Come on, come to my hometown.