A Moving Story There were always some stories in life that were like stars falling into the lake of the heart, creating layers of touching ripples. It was a cold winter day, and the streets and alleys were covered in snow. I was waiting at the bus stop. The people around me were cowering, anxiously waiting for the bus to arrive. At this moment, an old man in ragged clothes came into view. His hair was white, and his face was covered with traces of time. He held an old erhu in his hand and staggered to the corner of the platform. The bus slowly approached, and people scrambled to get on it. The old man slowly walked to the car door. The driver shouted impatiently," You're so slow. Don't waste everyone's time!" The old man looked ashamed. He wanted to speed up, but he accidentally fell to the ground. At this moment, a young man rushed out of the car. He helped the old man up and said softly,"Grandpa, don't worry." Then, he turned to the driver and said,"Sir, how can you treat an old man like this?" Everyone gets old." The driver didn't say anything else. The young man helped the old man into the car. There were no more seats in the car. "Sir, please sit here," he said to the old man without hesitation. The old man looked at him gratefully and kept thanking him. The surrounding people also began to look at the young man with approval. Some even felt ashamed of their previous indifference. The car continued to drive. To express his gratitude, the old man took out the erhu and began to play. Melodious music echoed in the carriage. It was a song filled with vicissitudes and gratitude. The originally dull carriage instantly became warm. Everyone listened quietly, as if they had been brought into a world full of love. Although this story is ordinary, it deeply moved me. The kindness of the young man and the gratitude of the old man were like the warm sun in winter, dispelling the cold and making me feel the beauty of human nature.
I recommend Blue Flower, a short story written by Lin Wu. She was born in a large family in the countryside in the early 1960s. She lacked material resources but was filled with love. She went to the town of the same name for love and left sadly. Her love continued to her daughter, Lin Lin. Times changed and love did not change. There was still kinship, friendship, and love. " The Story of a Boiled Woman's Growth " was not bad either. It was a modern romance novel created by porridge. The story of girls and boys growing from having no home to having a home, from making mistakes to understanding life. The style of writing was like millet porridge, light and aftertaste. It had the flavor of life and was not vulgar. " Apotheosis: Spoiling King Zhou at the beginning, the plot collapses ", a Xianxia novel written by Ha Mihua. Yin Hong had transmigrated to become the second prince of King Zhou. King Zhou could listen to his inner thoughts. The development of the story was extremely interesting. The World of Gods was messed up by him. " Start Over 2001 " was worth watching. It was a story about the rebirth of the city written by the stone at the village entrance. The protagonist was reborn as a village teacher. It was plain and warm. He did not copy songs or open a harem. The characters were full, the plot was reasonable, and the daily life was not boring. There was also I Know the Plot and the System, a novel written by a big shot. Zhang Xiu was reborn at the age of 18. He had the system to familiarize himself with the plot. He was good at writing and was pure and happy. The Extraordinary Ordinary Life novel is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The 600-word narrative essay is a story about persisting in progress through difficulties and challenges. This essay described the author's experience of struggling through the wind and rain. The author felt the cold and difficulty of the wind and rain, but he did not give up. Instead, he chose to move forward bravely. He saw that the others were also struggling to move forward, which made him even more determined. The author took an hour longer than expected to get home, but he did not complain. Instead, he compared the experience to the motivation to move forward in life. The essay also mentioned a common sense, that is, when you encounter wind and rain while climbing the mountain, you should continue climbing in the wind and rain instead of returning to the foot of the mountain. This essay conveyed a positive message, encouraging people to persevere in difficulties and move forward bravely.
The Story of the Pen It was a cold winter evening. There were many cars on the streets, and people were in a hurry to return to their warm homes as soon as possible. The young man, Lu Tian, was on his way home. He wrapped himself in a thick down jacket, revealing only a pair of eyes that looked around warily. Lu Tian was a loving child. Although the weather was cold, his heart was like a ball of fire. At this moment, he heard a faint meow. Lu Tian looked in the direction of the voice and found a kitten in a corner. The kitten was covered in dirt, and its fur was curled up in wisps due to the cold. It was curled up there, shivering. Lu Tian's heart was filled with pity. He squatted down and gently stroked the kitten's head. Lu Tian thought to himself that this kitten must have been abandoned by its owner. If it stayed outside in such cold weather, it would definitely freeze to death. However, his mother was allergic to cat hair. If he brought the kitten home, his mother would definitely be uncomfortable. Lu Tian was very conflicted. He didn't know what to do. Just as he was hesitating, a volunteer, Xu Ming, walked over. Xu Ming often helped stray animals in this area. When he saw Lu Tian and the kitten, he immediately understood what was going on. "Little friend, do you want to help this kitten?" Xu Ming asked Lu Tian with a smile. Lu Tian nodded. Xu Ming took out a small blanket from his backpack and wrapped the kitten up. Then he said to Lu Tian," Little kid, don't worry. I'll take this kitten to the rescue station." There are many stray animals like it there. We will take good care of it." When Lu Tian heard this, he heaved a sigh of relief, but he was also a little reluctant. Xu Ming could read Lu Tian's mind. He said to him," Little kid, you are very kind. If you miss the kitten, you can come to the rescue station to see it." "Alright, I'll definitely go," Lu Tian said happily. Lu Tian smiled as he watched Xu Ming leave with the kitten. Although the weather was still cold, his heart was filled with warmth. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>
Tenderness What was gentleness? It was like a breeze in spring, gently brushing across the face without a trace of coldness. It was also like the moonlight in summer night, quietly sprinkling on the shoulders, full of tranquility and peace. It was more like the dewdrops in autumn, silently embellishing the grass tips, emitting crystal clear beauty. It was also like the warm sun after the winter snow, slowly warming the earth and transmitting endless kindness. I once met tenderness on the streets. It was a drizzling evening, and the streets were a little slippery from the rain. I saw a young mother holding an umbrella with her young child beside her. The child stopped in front of a small puddle, his eyes full of curiosity and eagerness. The mother didn't tell her child to leave. Instead, she smiled and handed the umbrella to her child. Then, she squatted down, picked up her child, and gently jumped into the puddle. The child laughed excitedly. His laughter was as clear as silver bells in the rain. The mother's face was also filled with a gentle smile. That smile was full of tolerance and care for the child's innocence. There was also a gentle presence in the school. My form teacher is a very gentle person. Once I failed an exam and was in the dumps. The teacher called me to the office. Instead of criticizing me, she patted me on the shoulder. There was no reproach in her eyes, only concern and encouragement. She patiently helped me analyze the wrong questions and used gentle words to tell me that failure was the mother of success. As long as I worked hard, I would definitely improve. Under her gentle guidance, I regained my confidence and began to study hard. The gentleness still existed between strangers. On the crowded bus, an old man got on the bus shakily. There were no more empty seats in the car. A young man stood up without hesitation and helped the old man to his seat. The old man thanked the young man gratefully. The young man just smiled and said," It's nothing. Just sit tight." The gentleness in her smile was like sunlight illuminating the small carriage. Tenderness was like pearls scattered in the world. They were either the tolerance of family, the comfort of friendship, or the kindness between strangers. These gentle moments were woven into the most beautiful picture of life, allowing us to feel endless warmth and love in this world. The novel " Flower in the Heart " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Here are some examples of essays of around 300 words: ** My After-School Life ** My life after school is very rich. Ping-pong, shuttlecock, piano, drawing, computer games, etc. are all things I do after school, and ping-pong is my favorite. One Friday night at the table tennis training center, I played against Coco Liao. We were both experienced players. I sent a chop and she returned it. When I spiked the ball, it went out of bounds. Then I was a little nervous because of this mistake and lost a few points. But I took a deep breath and thought of Zhang Yining's calmness when she lost the point. I remembered the key points of playing: quick reaction, fast footwork, and fast hitting speed. So I gave him a topspin serve and got a point back. I won the next few rounds and finally won this game. Playing table tennis made me understand that not only must you study hard to play well, but you also need a good psychological quality. Only with firm confidence can you use your skills to win. ** The Changing Teacher ** Our Teacher Cui is very special. He had an oval-shaped face, small eyes, and ears like gold ingots. He often wore black pants and sometimes a beige suit. Teacher Cui's personality was changeable. Sometimes she was outgoing and cheerful. She told us everything. She was very serious in class, but during the break, she played games with us like a big brother. He loved us very much. Once, when I went to school early, I fell down while playing with my classmates. My leg was bleeding. Teacher Cui immediately called my mother after seeing it and said that she was also responsible for it, so she followed us to the hospital. Teacher Cui was also very strict. For example, when he noticed Wang Cong kneeling on the stool during his lecture, he immediately glared at him and stopped him. From then on, Wang Cong was no longer naughty. Teacher Cui was humorous and strict, outgoing and cheerful, kind and serious. Everyone liked him very much.
The 600-word essay had different writing methods and expressions under different topics. If it was a 600-word essay on the theme of happiness, it could be written around the embodiment of happiness in daily life. For example, happiness was the clothes that were draped over one's body when one was sleepy, the steaming food after pushing the door open, the reluctance to wave when one left, etc. These ordinary family life scenes contained happiness everywhere. If he were to write a 600-word essay on the theme of the sea, he could describe the scenery of the sea, the activities at the seaside, and the insights he gained from the sea. For example, he could describe the magnificent sea, the flight of seagulls over the sea, the scenes of fishermen fishing, and even some small knowledge about why ships did not sink. There was also a 600-word essay about characters, which could start from the appearance, personality, behavior, and deeds of the characters. The essay about memorization needed to clearly express the cause, process, and result of the matter. The essay about scenery focused on the description of the scenery. The essay about objects focused on the description of the characteristics of the objects. The essay about discussion needed to be clear and justified. Different types of 600-word essays had their own main points and writing skills. The novel " Flower in the Heart " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The following is an 800-word essay titled "Them": "Them" In every corner of the city, there was such a group of people. They were ordinary and unique. They silently wrote the chapter of life in their posts. They might not be eye-catching, but they constituted an indispensable part of the city. Early in the morning, before the first ray of sunlight could completely penetrate the morning fog, the cleaners had already begun their day's work. They wore eye-catching work clothes and held brooms and dustpans in their hands. They carefully cleaned every fallen leaf and every piece of trash on the street. No matter the cold or the heat, rain or shine. Those rough hands were the marks left behind by time and labor. They didn't say much and just focused on the road in front of them, turning the mess into tidiness so that the city could welcome a new day with a clean face. There was a simple persistence in them. It was their responsibility for their work and their love for the city. On the construction site, the busy figures of the construction workers were like jumping notes. They wore hard hats and had dark skin. They carried heavy objects under the scorching sun and built steel frames in the sky. Their sweat dripped onto the ground, watering the skyscrapers. They left their homes and came to unfamiliar cities to create a better life with their own hands and contribute to the development of the city. They lived in simple work sheds and ate simple meals, but they had hope for the future. Their strength gathered and supported the city's skyline. The bus driver was also an important " they " in this city. Every day, they sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel, welcoming batches of passengers. They were always smiling and patiently waiting for the elderly and children to get on the bus, reminding passengers to pay attention to safety. They spent long working hours in a small space, but they always maintained a high level of concentration to ensure the safety of every trip. The small bridge was their stage. They drove the passengers to their destination steadily. Although these " people " came from different industries and had different backgrounds, they all had the same characteristics. They were ordinary but great, silently contributing, using their own efforts and sweat to live and struggle in the city. They were the foundation of the city and the backbone of society. They might not have achieved anything amazing, but they used their persistence day after day to interpret the meaning and value of life. We should respect them because they are also the masters of the city. Their contributions make our lives better. The story of one person and a group of people is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
My Father My father was an ordinary and great man. He was tall and had a tanned face. Time had carved deep marks on his face, which was a testimony to his hard work. When he was young, his father was always busy. Every morning, before the first ray of sunlight completely lit up the room, he would already get up and prepare to go to the fields to work. He bent over and worked hard in the fields. His rough hands held the farm tools tightly and turned the land over and over again. He took care of the crops as if he were his own children. At that time, I felt that my father's back was so tall that he seemed to be able to support our entire family. Once, I went to the market with my father. The market was bustling with people coming and going. I excitedly shuttled through the crowd, my eyes fixed on the dazzling array of gadgets. Suddenly, I was attracted by a small stall selling candy. I stood there and refused to leave. My father saw me and smiled. Then he took out some crumpled money from his pocket and bought me a sugar figurine. I happily took the sugar figurine and followed my father as I ate. As I walked, I realized that my father had been looking at a pair of shoes. It was a pair of very ordinary cloth shoes, but my father had been looking at it for a long time. I know that my father's shoes are already very old, but he is always reluctant to buy new ones for himself. In the end, my father put down his shoes and pulled me away. At that moment, there was an indescribable feeling in my heart. Although my father didn't speak much, his love for me was everywhere. I remember once when I was sick and had a fever, my father anxiously carried me to the village clinic. His footsteps were fast, and his forehead was covered in sweat. In the clinic, he held my hand tightly and his eyes never left me. He only breathed a sigh of relief when my fever subsided. Father is such a person. He used his hard work to support the family and used his love to silently protect my growth. He didn't have any earth-shattering feats, but he showed his greatness in his ordinary life. In my heart, he is someone I will always respect and love. The story of one person and a group of people is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Writing was a way for people to express the knowledge, experience, and thoughts stored in their memories in written form. An example of a 400-word essay is as follows: Using I Am a Killer Whale as an example, the story was written in the first person, describing his experience as a killer whale. The group I was in was made up of twelve killer whales. In the process of hunting swordfish, I first quietly approached a larger swordfish. I hid behind the coral and waited for the right time to attack, but the swordfish dodged agilely. After that, when they were chasing this swordfish, they encountered three swordfish blocking them. After a fight, they continued to chase and finally rushed into the swordfish territory. After an intense battle, they defeated the swordfish clan and everyone had a hearty meal. There was also " Something That Touched Me ". The story mentioned a kindergarten teacher in Zhejiang, Xiao Liye. There were originally two teachers and a life teacher in the class. One of the teachers went to give birth. When the children were not used to the new teacher, Xiao Liye became pregnant again. The parents were worried that her child would not be able to adapt to her leave. As a result, she took the initiative to abort for the sake of the students and quickly returned to the kindergarten to continue working. This was very touching. These essays were narrated, described, or discussed in about 400 words through different topics, such as animal life and touching stories. " Her Shenzhen-Writing the Future " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Ordinary Glimmer In the vast starry sky of our lives, we often look up to those brilliant stars and praise the great heroes. However, in this vast universe, there were more ordinary people who emitted a faint light. They were like specks of light that gathered together and were enough to illuminate the entire world. The glimmer was the kindness of the old man who was cleaning the house during the epidemic. As the haze of the epidemic enveloped the land, an old man with silver hair stumbled, but his mind was firm. He walked into the police station, gently put down the paper bag containing 12,000 yuan, turned around and left. The handwriting on the note was " Urgently transfer to the WuHan prevention and control center, add a little oil to the angel in white, a little bit of my heart, Donggang environmental protection ", revealing the most simple love and care. This 12,000 yuan may be weak for the huge amount of materials and funds needed for the entire epidemic, but it was all the savings that an ordinary old man had accumulated over a long period of time. His glimmer of light brought warmth and hope to countless people. Twilight was also the volunteer who stood guard on the road every day. Regardless of whether it was a sunny day or a stormy day, they would always appear in the streets and alleys to maintain traffic order and escort students across the road. The skillful commanding movements and the crisp whistle seemed ordinary, but it was like a trickling stream that nourished the hearts of the people. They might not be heroes who saved the world, but they used their own actions to make the streets more orderly and fill people's hearts with a sense of security. This ordinary glimmer was a different kind of scenery in the city. There was also Li Ziqi, an ordinary girl from the countryside. Her video was filled with the fireworks of rural life. She picked ingredients from the ground, washed them with spring water, and cooked them with a fire, presenting the tranquility and beauty of rural life. Although she was ordinary, she was spreading the traditional Chinese culture in her own world. Her video was like a beam of light. Through the screen, people at home and abroad saw the charm of the China countryside and felt the heritage of traditional culture. Each of us may be just an ordinary person, unable to do earth-shattering things, but we can be like the grass decorating the earth, the stars twinkling in the constellation, and be the ordinary glimmer. Even if the light was weak, as long as there was faith in one's heart, this light could still shine in one's corner, illuminating the surrounding darkness and warming the people around him. When countless glimmers gathered together, they could form a dazzling galaxy, lighting up the path of the entire nation and the entire world. The Extraordinary Ordinary Life novel is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!