Write a 600-word narrative about "because of him (her)"

Write a 600-word narrative about "because of him (her)", walk out of the school gate and look up at the sky. The gray haze covers the earth, which is the best portrayal of my mood. The laughter of my game, the leisure of enjoying flowers and the brave struggle of my game have already become fragmented at the moment when the test paper is issued.

All my movements have become so mechanical that my feet are still pacing in the direction of home. I tried to hide it with candy: sweet in my mouth, bitter in my heart; I try to warm it with hot tea: the hot air permeates the whole body, but my heart is still cold; I tried to control it through my nerves: the impulse stayed in my brain, but my heart still stopped beating.

All attempts were reduced to ashes.

Holding a test paper, carrying a schoolbag, dragging your feet, hanging a bad face and stepping on the overpass.

Cheerful guitar sound, accompanied by a slightly hoarse baritone. That must be a handsome boy singing on the overpass! My heart says. I quickened my pace and wanted to see the result.

The wind is blowing gently. His trouser legs, too, floated gently. I rubbed my eyes and pinched my face, which hurt a little. Only then did I believe this fact.

White shirt, black trousers and short hair are his characteristics. I was surprised to find that there was no sadness in his eyes, but he was full of confidence. I asked myself, can a disabled person be so confident? Then why can't I be more confident? The mid-term exam is only a stage exam, not everything. Why should we be too sad about this exam? Why not work hard and get good grades in the next exam?

Write an account on the topic "Because of her". People with at least 600 words are happy not because they are happy, but because they are happy! Happiness is a feeling and a discovery. In my heart, happiness is like ice cream to be melted, so I set foot on the real land to find the fountain of happiness that can make me happy. I found that happiness-never left my side …

There is a fable that a young man is unhappy all day and laments the troubles in the world. He doesn't have the wealth of the rich. "He never left my side ... wealth. One day, a fairy said to him, "young man, give me your hand and I will give you wealth." "The young man thought: How can I give it to you when you cook and make things with your hands? No way! The fairy said, "then give me your leg and I will give you a lot of money." "The young man thought for a moment: without your legs, you can't walk, you can't move or you can't. The fairy smiled and said, "Young man, you are so happy! Your hands and legs can't be bought by your wealth! "Yes, the young man is very happy. Not only does he have "great wealth", he just doesn't realize it. Many times, like this young man, we lack the discovery of happiness around us. People are not happy because of happiness, but because of happiness! "

A businessman failed in his career. When he walked out of the company for the last time, he felt that he had nothing, and it was all over. But when he saw the old man begging at the door, he felt happy, at least with a straight suit more than the old man. When he came home by rickshaw, he saw the cyclist so happy and asked him why. The cyclist said that it is a kind of happiness to have someone in his car to earn money. businessperson

Happiness is a feeling. When you tell your father with grievances, you may not feel happy, but for a mute, it is an unattainable luxury. When your frustrated eyes face the colorful world, you may not feel happy, but for a blind person, it is his lifelong dream; When you walk down the street in a depressed mood, you may not feel happy, but it is the greatest hope and satisfaction for a person who has been in a wheelchair all his life.

I am happy, because I have a healthy body. I don't have to fight the disease with my young body, and I don't have to carry a heavy medicine pot around the world. I am happy because I can see all the beauty in the world with my eyes and listen to the gentle singing of nature with my ears. I am happy because I can touch the delicate petals with my hands and get close to the thick earth with my feet; I am happy, because I can smell the fragrance of grass with my nose and prove the existence of my fresh life with my breath ... I am happy, because I am happy, because I can live to feel. ...

I am happy because I have a warm home. When my cry first sounded, it was doomed that I would grow up under their protection in my life. They use love to turn into wings, shielding the outside world for me. I washed the silver hair on my head. I carved the deep lines in the corner of my eyes myself ... I am happy because I am happy, because I have a home that can supplement my love.

I am happy, because I have friends who are willing to stop for me and accompany me to enjoy the wonderful life. They listen to me laugh and watch me cry, which makes me feel friendship and appreciate my blessings. Together, we spread our smiles to the vast sky and shed our tears to the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean. I am happy, because I am happy, because my friends and I have entered each other's lives, so that we can remember each other the days when we just slipped into youth.

The air in winter is full of happiness and sweetness. There is a childish face in the gloom, which can't hide the satisfaction of happiness, and her eyes are full of gratitude. Winter passed and spring came. At this moment, I heard the voice of God: "I can feel your happiness!" "

Write a narrative on the topic "Because of you". In the long history, you are a bright pearl. History is wonderful because of you, and you have added a beautiful stroke to the long scroll of history.

May 5, 278 BC. You are an old man, you wander by the Miluo River, you have long hair, your face is covered with scars of years, and a pair of sad eyes are deeply embedded in your cheeks. You keep singing sad and sad poems, expressing your unswerving feelings for the people and the motherland. "I don't know the turbidity of the world, and people's hearts can't be described as embarrassing." Yes, the whole world is turbid, and you are lonely. Everyone is drunk and you wake up alone. As a person, how can you let your white body be polluted by secular dirt? You would rather jump into this rolling river and die in the belly of a fish than let a noble soul suffer from secular filth! Finally, in extreme disappointment and pain, you picked up a big stone, walked firmly to the river, jumped and disappeared into the rolling river, and the Miluo River became a sea of tears. ...

Because of you-Qu Yuan, your persistence from generation to generation! In 33 BC. Uhaanyehe, like the groom in China, personally came to marry the bride. He gently took off your veil and couldn't help but take a look: it's beautiful! There is no flower on the grassland that can compare with you! Uhaanyehe was so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth. Yuan Di and civil and military officials came to see me off. People in Chang' an city shouted, "bon voyage!" You cried excitedly, and you saw a familiar smiling face, just like your relatives. Yes, you will never come back to see your relatives again! However, you feel that you have contributed to the stability of the country and the happiness of the people. You should try your best to keep the two nations friendly forever. Thought of here, a sense of pride arises spontaneously. You pick up the pipa and play a beautiful tune. Later generations called it "Tell on Zhao Jun", which is still melodious in people's hearts.

Because of you, Zhaojun, the peace between Han and Hungary has been maintained for nearly a hundred years.

Ad114165438+February 29th. The wind is cold and the snow is fluttering. You are sitting in the wind wave pavilion, bruised all over, and the "loyalty to the country" on your back is still clear. Life and death don't matter to you, but your heart is still like the sea. In the face of heavy snow, you think of the vast and desolate northern snowfield, and write the famous work "Man Jiang Hong":

Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.

You've been a soldier all your life, and you've recovered a lot of lost ground, so you'll be ruined by treacherous court officials. Life is still empty and sad! You look up at the sky and sigh: "The mountains and rivers are broken, the yes-men are in power, the ambition is not paid, and the death is unsatisfied!" You swallowed poisoned wine ... your angry eyes made the enemy tremble and retreat!

Because of you, Yue Fei, Qian Qian has a hero who is loyal to his country!

Because of you, history will be beautiful. ...

Write an account of the door with the theme of "door"

The door of my hometown is one of those old wooden doors.

During the day, the door is open, standing there quietly and motionless. Only when grandma pushes it at night will it make a low creaking sound, just like an old man who has read all the sighs about life.

Whether it is sunny or rainy, when I was a child, I used to sit quietly on the stone threshold and look at the sky, the clouds in the sky, the mossy red tiles of my neighbors' parents and everything I could see. I am obsessed with the cold and real touch of the stone threshold, so I have been sitting. Until, an old voice told me to go back for dinner.

I like listening to the unique rain in the country, touching the wrinkled door and sitting on the cold threshold in a daze. When I was a child.

The door of mom's dormitory is also a wooden door.

At that time, my father was still in the army, and I was in kindergarten, living with my mother.

I haven't had enough fun since I came back from kindergarten, so let the boys next door continue to play. Strangely, I played with boys since I was a child. When it is getting dark, my mother will stand at the window and call my birth name. Make a few phone calls, I'll say goodbye to my friends, and then run home quickly.

The door was unlocked, and a faint light came through the crack. Behind the door, there is my mother's kind smile and rich food.

Now all the houses are filled with iron gates.

I forgot my key that time, so I had to lean against the door and wait quietly until my father came home. The cold touch on the door reminds me of the stone threshold in my hometown. Dad will be back soon, and we will go home together.

No family, no home.

The door of the new home is one of those hard security doors.

Quietly, I leaned against the door, listening to the cold melody of the same door opened and closed next door, dreaming of the past.

Open the door, this is my home. Forever.

Write a narrative on the theme of glory. Brilliant composition

Listening to the elders or praising the working people at the bottom of society in books and newspapers in previous fields is often careless and deaf, and there is no profound feeling or experience. I didn't really realize this meaning until a little thing touched me!

It was the summer of 2004, and the sun was releasing its fiery glow. Walking on the way to school, my shirt was soaked with sweat, and my back carrying my schoolbag was covered with sweat stains. I hope I can have a transfer solution and transfer it to an air-conditioned room. That's cool!

Finally, I turned into an alley leading to the community. Several children clamored for cold drinks with pocket money. Suddenly, a leg in blue pants jumped into my eyes. Then there was a stench, and the woman riding a bicycle next to her also ran into the apartment building, covering her nose. I was stunned by what I saw. A middle-aged man in a blue cleaning suit was lying on the ground, reaching into the stinking sewer and taking out pools of black-gray garbage with a disgusting smell. What is even more unacceptable is that he did not wear gloves, but made close contact with those things with his hands. At first, I didn't let the stench scare me, although I still made nausea two or three times. Because the cleaners put up with worse smells than I did.

But in the end, I couldn't stand this terrible and suffocating smell and walked through that hellish place. I looked back many times, but he was still lying there, not covering his nose!

Although it was just an ordinary scene, he really touched me! When I walked past, I saw the sewage overflowing. The sewer is blocked by some plastic bags, coke bottles, plates and rice and a lot of hair. At that time, I was complaining that I didn't send someone to clean the property. What do they do? My son's jaw-dropping scene today finally made me realize what real glory is!

We really should cherish the labor of others! It's not about money. Who else would be so willing to do such dirty and tired work now! We just need such simple working people to show the most beautiful side of our society!

Because of expectation, narrative has the future of writing. Because there is hope in the heart, it is the spring breeze that awakens the sleeping buds; Expectation is the dew in the morning, soaked with soft and hard soil; Expectation is a street lamp that illuminates the road ahead in the middle of the night; Where there is expectation, there will be miracles to reflect the brilliance of people's hearts. "It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down for it." Life is long, accompanied by joy and frustration. In the long road of life, you will always find the spiritual sustenance to practice the value of life, and that is hope. In the long pursuit, you will find a little hope and value. Even after suffering, you still have hope to support, and your heart wall will never collapse again. Because there has always been a persistent pursuit, because you have always had an expectation in your heart, and you hope and pursue it unremittingly. Expectation is synonymous with hope and symbolizes the spirit of holding high optimism. In the face of all kinds of setbacks in life, there is a trace of expectation in my heart. Expectation is the pursuit of the soul. With expectation, we can rebuild the value of life, and there will be no spring flowers and autumn moon. It is precisely because of the enrichment of the spirit that we have a thorough understanding of ideas and have made progress and leap again and again in human civilization. Because I expect people to understand the true value of life and rebuild the immortality of the spirit. Du Fu demoted other countries to make contributions, and sent out the feeling of "holding the festival in the clouds, when to send it to the Phoenix Hall" and the lofty ambition of "looking to the northwest and shooting at the Sirius". Wen Tianxiang is looking forward to serving the motherland. "It's hard to fight once." But the injustice of fate doomed the country's peril. However, his firm hope is that "no one has died since ancient times, and he will always be a childlike heart and shine in history." Expectation rebuilt his soul. Even if the soul is dead but the spirit is immortal, no matter what kind of environment you are in, don't give up expectations. Is your endless motivation. Even if the mountains are heavy and the waters are heavy, you believe in yourself and expect something, which will bring you infinite joy of "another bright future village". When the grass has expectations, it will be green; The Woods are lush with expectation; Because of expectation, the river flows into the sea and the waves are rough. Because of the expectation in the heart, cheap has the motivation to pursue persistently, and the heart full of expectation washes people's lives like spring water. I have hope in my heart, which contains the pride that "one day I will ride the wind and waves, set up my shady sail and cross the deep sea". I am not disturbed by the secular, but tired of foreign things and bent on practicing the true value of life. In anticipation, people become more mature, never give up hope, and face life with a warm smile. Because of the expectation, people will be more enriched, open up the world in unremitting struggle, and make life more meaningful and full of value.

Thank you for writing an article on this topic.

As the saying goes, "Look down on the world like smoke, remember that kindness is like blood." By my side, many children of the same age don't know how to cherish a happy life, let alone what gratitude is. But the campus is the place to go to school, and the teacher is the key to help us open the door to knowledge. It is our duty to repay the kindness of dripping water like a spring.

The sky is a paradise for birds, and the school is a place for us to wander. I am a young eagle, eager to fly perfectly. It is the school that gives me a vast sky and makes my wings stronger. It is the campus that gives me such a learning environment ... The campus is like our second home, protecting us.

I thank my teacher, who opened the door to our wisdom and let me swim in the ocean of knowledge. When I was growing up, your teacher's kindness was always with us.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I felt very strange to the head teacher. For this reason, I know the answer to the question in class, and I always hesitate to raise my hand. You may have noticed, teacher, that you gave me an encouraging look, as if to say to me, "Wang Lili, don't be afraid, just try if you have the courage. It doesn't matter even if you get the wrong answer. " It is your gentle eyes that make me more courageous. I immediately raised my hand.

When I ask you for advice when I have a problem, you always patiently explain my thoughts to me over and over again. When I understood the problem through your explanation, you showed a comfortable smile.

You praised me in class when I did well in the mid-term exam. Because of your praise, I gained confidence in my study and made my goals clear.

I want to thank the school and teachers! You have enriched my knowledge!

Please write an account on the topic "Oh, that day". Oh, it was a happy day.

Love can bring happiness to people. I agree with this sentence because I have tried. Now, I will share this happiness with you!

In the hot summer, the scorching sun seems to bake the earth. My sister and I wandered in the deserted street. Sweat flowed from our hair. Suddenly, a loud child's voice came into my sister's ear: "Cold mung bean soup, cold mung bean soup, and good mung bean soup, come and buy it!" I hesitated, took out my pocket money, gave my little brother who sold mung bean soup five dollars and took mung bean soup. Little brother took out three yuan and fifty cents from his bag and was about to give it to me. I handed the mung bean soup to my sister and blocked my little brother's little hand: "Little brother, keep the change!" " "Little brother may have found my intention and got angry. He was as angry as a little lion and said loudly," Do you think I came out to sell mung bean soup just to make money? "I tell you, no, our teacher asked us to donate money for the victims of the Wenchuan earthquake, but I don't think my parents are sincere enough to donate money, so I went out to sell mung bean soup to make money. Do you think I am ..." Suddenly, a clear spring of love flowed into my heart, and the money in my hand was already broken. The mung bean soup in my sister's hand is not cold. I turned around and said excitedly to my sister, "I guess." Sister said, "It's the smell of love!" I said, "The taste of love is always sweet! "Sister went on to say," Let's drink this bowl of mung bean soup full of love now! " "I drank more than half at once, and my sister drank the other half.

Ah, I was so happy that day, because I tasted the taste of love that day and felt the happiness that love brought us! Ah! I was so happy that day!

Write a narrative on the topic of warmth: 12 edu. /Wen Zuo /qqyq/index.s

Show warm themes with affection and friendship.

Write a narrative on "I Grow Up". I have grown up.

My mother praised me for growing up, because I am sensible, caring and understanding. Why does my mother praise me for being sensible? This is something I am proud of!

? That's one thing in the summer vacation. Grandma went back to her hometown and dad was on a business trip. It's just me and my mother at home. Mom is so busy at work that sometimes she doesn't bother to eat by herself. But because I'm at home, my mother always buys me something to eat because I'm afraid I'm hungry. I watched my mother so busy that I wanted to help her.

? That night, my mother worked overtime and didn't come home until late. The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw my mother sleeping soundly. I think it's still early and my mother is too tired. So I got up secretly, took pocket money, quietly opened the door and went downstairs to buy breakfast.

? I ran a long way, bought my mother's favorite soybean milk and fried dough sticks, and bought myself steamed bread, and hurried home. When I opened the door, I found my mother still sleeping. I couldn't bear to wake her up, so I ran to the kitchen gently and filled my breakfast. As soon as it gets dark, I will gently wake my mother.

? My mother woke up, looked at the time and quickly praised me for calling in time, otherwise I would be late. Then I hurried out of bed to wash my face without waiting for me to speak. My mother went to the restaurant and saw the breakfast I prepared for her. She asked doubtfully, "Is your father back?" I said, "No." Mother asked again, "Who has been to our house?" I said, "Nobody." Then I smiled mischievously and said to my mother, "Please finish the breakfast I prepared for you and go to work at once!" " "My mother hasn't washed her face yet, so she sat at the table excitedly and ate the breakfast I prepared. I see tears in my mother's eyes!

? After eating, my mother kissed my face and praised me: "You have grown up! You have really grown up! "

? It turns out that caring for others is also an exciting thing. Growing up makes me really happy.