Someone once said that no matter how good things are, they will be lost one day, and no matter how deep memories are, they will be forgotten one day. But I haven't forgotten that. The picture turned to a few years ago (I don't remember which year, it was several years ago, but I still remember)

My friend, she grew up in a poor family, and her tuition was subsidized by the school, but she worked very hard and helped her parents do housework every day when she came home. She is the hope of the whole family. Because of poverty, she dropped out of school, but before long, her parents drove her back to study. Although life is hard, I can see her smile every day and never complain about my parents or anyone. He said: "No matter how hard and tired I am, as long as I have income, I am the happiest person."

She and I are not bosom friends, but we are better than friends. Because our families are in the same direction, we often go to school together and go home together. When crossing the street that day, she walked behind me and watched the car hit me, but I forgot to avoid it. She called my name and told me to run, but I couldn't move. At that moment, I was pushed away, but she was beaten and bled all over the floor. The doctor said she was "afraid" that she could no longer walk. When I went to see her, I could only be silent and didn't know what to say to her. Finally, I said I was sorry, and she said it's okay. She didn't complain about me or hate me. Instead, she smiled and comforted me. I don't know what to say, but our relationship has become better, out of guilt.

? She is happier than before. I don't know why she smiles so brightly, as if every day is wonderful. She asked me to take her out for a walk in a wheelchair every day. One day, we went out for a walk as usual. A child ran past the old man and said excitedly, "Sister, I want to play toot-toot, too." He pointed to the wheelchair and used it as a toy, but she picked up the child and said, "Well, let's toot for a ride." The child's mother ran over and said, "Come down quickly, that's someone else's thing, we can't touch it." She kept looking at the child and said nothing, but she still had a smile on her face. Back to the ward, she told me to go home first, and I watched her cry outside the door. I finally found that my eyes on people are too simple. I never thought about what kind of face is under the mask. I always regard the mask as a face directly, but forget that there is often a tearful face under the smiling face mask.

? Since then, my family has been responsible for her daily life and all the burdens. Their family is no longer so difficult, but she still can't walk. That day, I took her across the street, and a car came, but I still forgot to give way. But she jumped off two meters before leaving the car and the car stopped. I froze. She said she was sorry and ran away. I realized how stupid I was. They moved away and she never contacted me again. Standing in front of her house, I said to myself: it doesn't matter. Liu said: Sorry is a kind of sincerity. It doesn't matter. This is a kind of grace. If you pay sincerity but don't get favor, it can only show the ignorance and vulgarity of the other party. I believe she is sincere, so I am willing to show grace.

I know the world is full of deception, and I blame you for not having a director, but I believe the world will always be beautiful. That man, that thing was just a wrong episode in my life. I just want to say: don't lie to me, you know I will even believe your lies. (Ma Qinqin)

The story on the blackboard (600 words narrative)

My name is still hanging on the big blackboard in the school window, and every time I pass by, my classmates can't help showing envious eyes. Seeing embarrassing photos, looking at introductions full of praise, your face will always be spicy. My classmates said I was too modest, but my heart seemed to knock over the five-flavor bottle.

In the first stage of the third grade, there was a learning craze in the class, but several underachievers in the class didn't get better no matter how criticized by the teacher. That day, the class teacher called me to the office and said Jingjing and Xiaoyue lived in a community with me, hoping that I would tutor them well. Seeing that the teacher trusted me so much, I nodded happily.

But the reality is far from simple. Look at Jingjing. She calls herself a beauty, but she is chubby and has no ladylike temperament at all. She speaks carelessly and seems to have no brains. Although abortion looks good, it only focuses on fashion. Speaking of Chris Lee and Jiang Yingrong, she can stay up for three days and nights. Speaking of study, she said she wanted to see Duke Zhou. How can we conquer these two "beauties"?

I did a lot of work that day. First of all, I went to KFC and bought a family bucket with two double burgers to take away. With delicious food, can Jingjing resist the temptation? I went to the video store again and got Chris Lee's new record. With this, I am not afraid of abortion being naughty. The result was far beyond my expectation. The whole family barrels and double burgers were eaten up, and the new record was ruthlessly taken away by Xiaoyue, but the teaching effect was dumbfounding. I brought a poem to recite, and they read it for a long time before they remembered two or three sentences. I read Moonlight in the Pine Woods, but Jingjing added the next sentence to "Is there frost already?" ; I read that "leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall", but Abortion returned to "Rong Ying Yuchun came together". We fell out that day, and I actually scolded "vase" and "stupid pig" and so on. I clearly remember that they left my house in tears.

Time flies. On the day of the final exam summary, the class teacher beamed and praised me for caring about my classmates. The counseling effect is remarkable, which has attracted the envy of the students. It turns out that Jingjing and Xiaoyue both jumped to the top 20 in the class. I was also highly recommended by the class teacher as an excellent class cadre because I helped my classmates.

Applause sounded, but my face was as red as wine. I can't help but look back quietly and find that the two "beauties" are still happy. They may not care about the scene, but the honor on the blackboard hurts my heart deeply.

⑶ 600-word composition is the most unforgettable narrative of life story.

The core is a kind of protein called "Frozen Huyuanke", one of which was identified as RBM3 by scientists. They say that this protein helps to regenerate the connections between brain cells.

A group of researchers at the University of Leicester, England, simulated the process of hibernation in mice to determine the reasons for preventing brain cells from losing and losing connection.

The researchers divided the mice into two groups. One group made them suffer from neurological diseases, while the other group was healthy. They lowered the temperature of the mice to 16 to 18 degrees in 45 minutes. In healthy mice, the synapses of brain cells slowly decrease during cooling, but regenerate during heating. In another group of mice with neurological disorders, the interconnection between brain cells decreased during this process, and the content of RBM3 also decreased. Later, the researchers increased the level of RBM3 in mice with neurological diseases. They found that after increasing the protein level, the connection between brain cells and cells no longer declined.

Therefore, researchers believe that only RBM3 protein can protect brain function without lowering core body temperature.

(4) The most unforgettable life story of 600-word composition.

Time is like a long river, gone forever. In this long river, I have experienced many stories, but the most unforgettable thing is filling my teeth. Now that I think about it, the picture is still clearly in my mind.

"One, two, three ..." Oh, a * * * has five cavities! One has been hollowed out by the tooth worm excavator! I looked at the mirror sadly and brushed my teeth. Oh, no! A tooth castle was invaded by tooth worms! But the tooth worm is not satisfied with invading its neighbors! Tell mom? I'd rather not. I can't help shivering at the thought of the dentist's "small electric drill". No, I have to tell my mother that I can't lie about my military status. Otherwise, the consequences will be serious! Actually, I had tooth decay a long time ago. But I saw the dentist wearing disposable white elastic gloves and a white coat on TV. Holding a "broadsword" in one hand and an "electric drill" in the other is like killing a pig. But I still have to tell mom! I immediately floated from the bathroom to the kitchen. "I reported my mother's long-term lawsuit, and I

Four castles in the tooth country have been invaded. Report the name of the aggressor, Mr. Toothworm. I am most afraid of saying, "I will go to Wenzhou to see my teeth early tomorrow morning!" Mom ordered it. "Go to bed early!" Oh, poor me!

"Tintin Tintin ..." Oh! What's that noise? I put my hand out of the warm quilt to catch the alarm clock, alas! I grabbed the alarm clock and looked at it. It showed 5 o'clock, so early! "Don't forget, you are going to see the dentist today. That hospital is too busy! We have to queue up early in the morning! " My mother's voice sounded behind me, then dragged me into the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth, and it was finished in one minute. An hour passed and we arrived in Wenzhou. I stood in line, and after a long time ... the voice of "Don" came from the radio box. I heard other children screaming like pigs. I can't help twisting my steps. I lay down on the chair slowly. The doctor picked up the "electric drill" ... I closed my eyes in fear. Han Yi, come on! Even if it hurts, bear it! I am full of confidence. Ah! ! It hurts! I have a pain in my heart. Grab it! Han Yi! I pulled myself together. "I can't stand it!" The dentist's sister said. A few minutes later ... it's over! An irreplaceable sense of happiness crept into my heart. Although the pain of those few minutes is more terrible than death, it is only temporary.

This is something I will never forget. After the experience of filling teeth, I secretly made up my mind that I must take good care of my teeth in the future to make it no longer painful.

5] 600-word narrative in story composition

I have long flowing hair, silky and shiny.

? My hair is very long, hanging to my waist, gentle and soft, like my mother's gentle hand stroking my skin, and like the slow-paced music lingering in my ears, dancing gracefully with me. The girls all envy me, because they are not as long as my hair and are longer than the second place 10 cm.

My hair is soft and as delicate as silk. I like to put my hair over my shoulders and let it pour down like a waterfall. Occasionally, I will shake my head gently and enjoy its subtle vibration. Ah, it's more like a silk shawl, comfortable and warm. I often think of myself as an advertising star of shampoo and put a beautiful wooden comb in my shawl long hair. The wooden comb really slipped leisurely, and the gentle hair slowly calmed down after rippling slightly. This wonderful imagination often excites me and makes me confident.

My hair is very elegant, like a dancing ribbon. I love to let the breeze gently touch my hair on sunny days, so that every hair can be active, dance and show its own style.

? I like to dress up my long hair. Sometimes, I like to tie a ponytail and let my long braid swing confidently with my elegant pace. At this time, I became a proud little princess; Sometimes, I braid two braids and tie two beautiful bows at the ends of my hair. Sometimes, I put down my hair shawl and encourage the breeze to invite Hairman to dance. At this point, I feel like a chivalrous woman outside the cloud nine. Sometimes, I will lift my hair high and dance on the beautiful stage. At this time, I am a noble dancer. ...

[6] composition-the story of my teacher and me (narrative 600 words)

I have worshipped teachers since I was a child, like "teacher", the most glorious profession in the sun, and dream of becoming a member of this lofty team one day. Therefore, from the beginning of school, I have followed the example of teachers everywhere. Teacher Lu is a teacher I respect very much.

Teacher Lu is the head teacher and Chinese teacher of our class. Whenever her vivid lectures inspire us to think about problems, I always envy seeing other children bravely raise their hands to speak and actively participate in exchanges and discussions. But I have no choice but to be timid and never dare to speak. Teacher Lu noticed me and often hinted, reminded and encouraged me with his talking eyes. Not only that, Teacher Lu called me to her office to talk with me and cheer me up. During the conversation, she joked with me from time to time, which made me feel relaxed and happy talking with the teacher. Sometimes they will communicate with me in kind words. Teacher Lu told me: "The opportunity is in your own hands. Be brave. Making mistakes is also a gain! " Later, the teacher also taught me some speaking and communication skills. Unconsciously, I forgot that I was in the office. I think a friend is having a heart-to-heart talk with me. When I left the office, my eyes were wet: what a good teacher! I made up my mind in my heart: I must get rid of my inability to speak and repay my teacher with a brand-new self.

So, before class, I preview carefully, check the information, get familiar with the content and read the text. In class, I pay attention to the speeches of teachers and classmates. I ask myself to be good at thinking and asking questions. At the same time, I keep setting myself new goals: raise my hand once today and twice tomorrow ... Sure enough, I participate in speech exchanges every day, and my thinking seems to be more and more flexible. Just like Teacher Lu said, "Work hard, the opportunity is in your own hands!" "Teacher Lu saw my progress, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. I know she trusts me and likes me, and I can't let her down.

This is the story of my once timid little girl and Teacher Lu. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is just some ordinary trivial matters, but I read the teacher's extraordinary from this ordinary trivial matter. The story of Mr. Lu and I will continue to be interpreted. I will fold the yesterday my teacher gave me into a boat of memories and let it float in my grateful heart.

One experience made me write a 600-word narrative.

Suffering setbacks makes me grow.

I fell down again and again on the road of growth, got up again and again, and occasionally looked back and found that ups and downs had made me grow up.

Poor grades, poor sports, and even no friends always feel useless. Always want to give up in the face of difficulties. I feel like I'll never get over the front wall. I just passed the math exam, which made me very depressed. How should I face the exam? I always scratch my head and don't know what to do. I once cried to my father and asked my mother for help. Because I am always so weak, I always get lost on the way. My mother told me that if I failed, I could try again. Dad comforted me, hold on, hold on, and finally hold on, and you will find that you can surpass yourself. Just hold on.

"Bad boy!" "It's no use!" These words made me feel particularly ashamed, although they were said unintentionally. I turned and threw myself on the bed and cried. I knew I had done something wrong and felt hopeless now. Dad came over and stroked my hair and told me a story: there were three people. The first one went to the reformatory, and everyone thought he was hopeless. The second man was kicked out of the office three times and often slept until noon. The third person usually doesn't make any mistakes and lives a simple life. If one of these three people is bound to achieve something, there is no doubt that everyone thinks it is the third person, but on the contrary, the first person is American President Roosevelt. The second person is British Prime Minister Churchill. The third person is a fascist who killed countless people. Dad said that there are many disappointments in life and setbacks are everywhere. This is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you don't have the courage to face setbacks.

Yes, frustration is not terrible, it is a stumbling block, and we can turn it into a stepping stone to stand higher. It is a double-edged sword, which makes the strong stronger and the weak weaker. Frustration makes me grow.

I was asked to write a composition, my story narrative, more than 600 words.

The first article: My story

Different people have different life trajectories, different trajectories show different stories, and different stories bring different feelings to people. As a student, my stories can't be ordinary, but for me, every story is so important, because they are an indispensable part of my life, and it is precisely because of the connection of these stories that I am now.

I was born in a very ordinary family. How can I put it? My life as a child can be said to be good or bad, depending on how I look at it. On the bright side: I have grandparents who love me, and I have several friends who help each other. The bad thing is that my parents were not with me when I was very young, so I didn't get any fatherly love and maternal love when I was young. What I can't accept most is that when I was seven years old, my most respected grandfather died of cancer. I was like an empty shell, and I didn't know what to do. I really want to shout at the sky: I won't say anything if you don't let my parents be by my side. Why do you want to take my most respected relatives? But despite my heartbreak, I still want to live well. Grandpa's last words before he died were: You should grow up quickly, learn to take a good picture of yourself, you are a man's sweat, be good ... "Before the words were finished, Grandpa left with regret, leaving me with regret and sadness. Grandpa left like this without even saying the last sentence to me, but I will always remember what he wanted to say. Grandpa's departure gave me a great blow, but it also made me grow up. I learned to persist, and in my later life, no matter how difficult I encountered, I bravely persisted. In the later life, I have been eating and living with my grandmother. Even if my parents finally come back, I still live with my grandmother, because the photo grandma has become a part of my life. But I am growing up day by day, and my grandmother is getting older day by day. The lyrics in a song by Chopsticks Brothers can express my present mood very well. That's "father": time is slow, I won't let you get old, I would like to use me to switch your years. Everyone wants their loved ones to live a long life, but this is not the case. There are too many disappointments in reality, so I cherish every day with my relatives now. Time is running out, and I will repay them with the rest of my life, even if I finally give my life.

This is my story, very simple. I accepted love when I was a child, and now I pay a little. Here I wish you all a safe life, a happy family and a family reunion with my most sincere feelings.

Chapter Two: My Story

Childhood is like a treasure chest, filled with colorful shells, and each shell records my childhood memories. My childhood was naive.

When I was five or six years old, I bought two chickens to play with out of curiosity. Those two chicks are cute, their little heads are hanging over their fat bodies, and their golden fluff feels very comfortable!

One day, I was lying on the floor at home, staring blankly at two chickens. At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that ducklings can swim, and chickens look like ducklings, so can chickens! So, I moved a basin of water and prepared to teach the chickens to swim.

I clumsily caught the chicken in the basin. Oh! By the way, it seems that you need to warm up before swimming. So, I caught the chickens and put them on the ground, and took a wire to make them "jump rope"! After exercising for about ten minutes, I put the chicken in the basin. You see, I saw two little guys splash into the water and got my face wet. I was so angry that I caught two little guys and taught them a lesson. I was very patient, grabbed the chicken's two little feet and said to them in an impatient tone, "Look at this, I will only teach it once!" " "I grabbed those two little feet and stretched them out to both sides." This is called breaststroke, understand? "I shouted to them. After I finished teaching, I put them in the water and let them practice for a while and play by themselves.

About ten minutes later, I came to the basin and saw two chickens shivering with cold. I thought to myself: there is still time anyway, so forget it today. So I took a small towel, wiped it, and put it back in the nest ... The next day, I got up early to see the chicken. When I came to the henhouse, I saw two chickens lying on the ground, motionless. I ran to my mother and asked her what happened to the chicken. My mother looked at it and said, "Dead." I was stunned at first, and then I burst into tears. My mother asked me inexplicably, "What did you do to the chicken?" I said with tears, "I gave them some millet yesterday and told them to swim for a while." "What, teach chickens ... to swim. ..... swimming! " Mother burst out laughing. I whispered, "Just a moment!" It seems that the chicken has been killed! "My mother sighed.

Childhood "stupid things" are funny to think of, but I feel more sad about the death of chickens.

Chapter Three: My Story

Everyone's story is like the stars in the sky, as if it were extremely ordinary and as if it were extremely special. Everyone looks the same, but in fact they are all different. Come on, I'll tell you a story about me.

I still remember when I was in kindergarten. I was so happy. At that time, there was a steamed bun shop in front of the kindergarten, and I would go there every day to buy steamed buns. I still remember one time, my mother and I went to the store to buy them, but the steamed buns in the store were sold out, and I saw them with my own eyes!

Another time, after school, somehow, I only remember that my mother and I came to the store and I stole the doll at a glance.

Dolls pout like cherries, blink charming eyes, some are innocent and lovely like children, and long curved eyelashes are tilted (not three-dimensional). She has golden, shiny and lubricated hair, and wears a tight white vest, a blue-green fur coat and a blue-green leather skirt.

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I and the narrative of the story make up 600 words.

Narration in junior high school: The story of me and the book makes people develop, the book makes people succeed, the book makes people have lofty ideals, and the book makes you a "capitalized person". Books are good medicine blindly, and books are good teachers and friends; Books are open windows; Books are burning flames. Only by living with books can we truly feel the pleasure of books and be influenced by them. I first came into contact with books when I was 3 years old. I am still young, so I naturally like a carefree life. But my strict father had to force me to know this book. Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. At first, I hated books. Because it bound my free childhood,' forced' me to know the world as soon as possible. I hate the existence of books, and I hate the wide range of books. It was the book that' deprived' my happy childhood, and it was also a book, which made me have a lifelong bitterness with it. Books have been with me longer than my parents, because I spent two-thirds of my childhood in the sea of books. Gradually, I discovered the fun in the book and the extensive functions of the book. From then on, I no longer hated books, but fell in love with them-my lifelong friend, books. Later, I realized the essence and essence of the book, and let me understand the truth that "the book is read a hundred times, and its meaning is self-evident". Reading is both a pleasure and a pleasure. In the book, I found the interest of life; In the book, I found the leisure of life; In the book, I found the footprints of my childhood. Books are like rich spiritual food. Is a book, let me learn to be strong; Is a book, let me learn patience; This is a book that teaches me tolerance.

Books are like the vast sea, and people are like the stars in the sky. Zhuangzi once said: "The book is boundless, life is boundless, and you will never regret it." This is exactly what we are doing. Only those who study can deeply feel the joy of life.

I remember Gorky, a writer in the former Soviet Union, said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Yes, books are like a boat, carrying us to the rough coast of knowledge. Walking with books, ideals and beliefs, people can not live without books, books can not live without people. With the company of books, we arm ourselves with scientific knowledge, and the key of knowledge will eventually open the door to our dreams. My story with it will never end, but it will become richer and richer as I grow up. What simple and ordinary eyes! However, it occupies a very high position in my heart. In the long river of memory, there is always a "book story" rippling in my mind, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. Whenever I hold a book with a cover, I can't help thinking of it. .