Ordinary people, extraordinary things

A world in a flower and a heaven in a grass.

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Everyone in life has his own position in the big turntable of society, either conspicuous or slim; Or high above, everyone touts, or unknown, no one cares. Buddha said: All beings are equal. No matter what kind of post, even ordinary people, in their ordinary posts, do their own thing, work hard, dedication, are the most lovely people.

Lei Feng, the first person to give. Too many extraordinary things have happened in his ordinary post. When Chairman Mao shouted "Learn from Lei!" in the square. By that time, his deeds had spread all over the south of the Yangtze River.

Contemporary, "Lei Feng" emerges one after another.

Wen Wenzhi was moved by her voice. "I am a tour guide, and my tourists are behind me. Please save the tourists first. " This is the first sentence Wen Wenzhi said to rescuers after waking up in a coma at the scene of a major traffic accident. Wen Huazhi, a 23-year-old tour guide from Xintiandi Travel Agency in Xiangtan, Hunan Province, was seriously injured, leaving tourists with hope for life and threatening themselves with death.

Wei Li, the undefeated hero. He stood up on the bus and stopped three thieves from pickpocketing. His courage is admirable. Even if he was stabbed to death by a vicious gangster, he never regretted it. He smiled and said to his family, "He's fine." What a dedication this is!

Li Chunhua, eternal memory. In less than 10 minutes, he pushed two teenagers to the other side of life, but he disappeared into the whirlpool of the pond. What made this 2003 student from the School of History and Culture of Hunan Normal University make a decisive choice in Success or Death? Is a kind and persistent heart.

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Ordinary people are doing extraordinary things in ordinary posts. They touched us and the world. Kindness and Fengxian are reflected in them; Selflessness and no regrets shine on them. They are the clear spring of Rainbow, which gives us a shot in the arm that is gradually lost in the world of desire; They are like a ray of sunshine, bringing hope to the dark corners of the world; They are pioneers, pointing out the direction for the arrogant people hidden in the powerful. They are the loveliest people.

A drop of water, also want to moisten a piece of land, a touch of sunshine, also want to illuminate a darkness, a road, also want to lead to Rome. Ordinary people, in their ordinary posts, do their own things well, will not blame themselves for the glory of the aura, and will not laugh at and look down on the poor and be arrogant. They are in their posts, working in obscurity, contributing, and having no regrets.

2. Short stories in the composition life of the second grade of primary school

One weekend afternoon, my mother and I went to the west edge bathroom to take a bath. When we finished taking a bath, we were looking in the mirror. My mother suddenly said to me, "daughter, I will test you on a math problem to see if you can?" I opened my mouth and said, "OK, no problem." Mother said, "Did you see a clock in the mirror? Now the clock in the mirror is 7: 15. Can you imagine what time it is in the afternoon? "

I thought for a while, but I didn't make it. Time goes by. I really didn't expect it, so I had to say shyly, "I can't come." When I looked back at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already 4: 45 pm. Mother asked me if I could analyze how to study this problem now. My mother reminded me, what is the relationship between the hour and minute hands in the mirror and those hanging on the wall? At this moment, I immediately realized that they were symmetrical, which is what I learned recently.

When I got home from the shower, I asked my mother to make me some more. The first way is that the clock time in the mirror is 3:30, and the second way is that the clock time in the mirror is 9:40. I immediately began to work out the answers to these two questions on paper in a symmetrical way: 8:30 and 2:20. At this time, my mother asked me if I had a little trouble every time I did the problem. Is there a better way? I thought for a while, but I couldn't figure it out. Mother said at this moment: "Remind the child again, add up the clock time and the actual time in the mirror, can you find any rules?" I quickly began to calculate, 3:30+8:30= 12, 9:40+2:20= 12, and found that the clock time in the mirror and the actual time add up to 12, then I jumped with excitement. I know, I know, as long as the clock time in the mirror and the actual time add up to 12.

I said, "It's so simple! Why didn't I think of that? " Mom smiled and said, "Is it simple? This shows that you should have a train of thought when you encounter problems. In real life, we should be good at discovering things and finding out their laws, then you will feel that mathematics in life is much more interesting than in class. "

Through this incident, I found that mathematics in life is indeed everywhere, everywhere in life and study. From then on, I like math more!

3. Writing about stories in life

I hope my answer is helpful to you.

I have been telling a story, a story about life, about how it started and how it went on, but I don't know how it will end. It is as simple as sunshine and as pure as transparency. However, it changes like sunlight. Sunlight can be transformed into colorful light under the reflection of prism, and then into three images under the reflection of the big prism of society. In the whole story, I tell my story, my joys and sorrows, my ups and downs.

Life stage

Life is a big stage, I am my director and I am my protagonist. I am constantly revising the script written by fate and directing a play called Life. I don't have to envy anyone, because I am the protagonist. I played with my childhood, where there was the severity of fatherly love and the warmth of maternal love, so sweet and happy; I am playing with my youth, where there is a promise of friendship, so unassuming.

The stage is not gorgeous. Without the right of flash, the dazzling light covered the whole stage, which looked so tempting and threatening; The whole stage is decorated with glazed tiles without money, which looks so luxurious; Without flowers and applause, enjoy the wonderful comments on the stage about the success or failure of the performance. But as long as I exist, there is no harm in not having those! I smiled, not as real as the copper stink of flattering power and money. You smiled and told me how ridiculous I was. Just because my face is bent upward doesn't mean you are happy. I cried and cried about my failure. I smiled and laughed at my youth. I had enough time to turn failure into success. You laughed at my failure, and time flowed from your upturned mouth. Just because you smile doesn't mean you are really happy. I am who I am, playing my own joys and sorrows and laughing with you. On the stage is my story, and life tells my story.

Life-a fork in the road.

Give me a fulcrum, I can tilt the earth, but where to find the fulcrum; Give me a direction, and I will go on, but I stand at the fork in the road of life and don't know which direction to go. My face was confused, and my emotions lost their sense of direction at the fork in the road.

There is a man standing on the left side of the fork in the road. He is 3 meters tall, his eyebrows are parabolic and his eyes are as bright as RT delta. He stands still because of the balance between his own gravity and the ground support, regularly inhaling O2 and exhaling CO2. At this moment, he opened his mouth, revealing the teeth of surface component Ca5(OH)(PO4)3, and said, "Science students, please follow me." There is another man standing on the right side of the fork in the road. Seven feet long, dignified like Confucius, charming like Zhou Yu, slender fingers like stones, deep eyes like Lu Xun, Zhuge Liang's feather fan in his left hand and a famous book in his right hand, he said, "Students of literature, please come with me. I left a sad face in the story, and living in the story left a lingering sadness.

Battlefield of life

Not in the Three Kingdoms, there is no 800,000 troops in Chibi, but we still see wars and intrigues. Without the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei, Cao Cao and Sun Quan, we can still hear the tripartite confrontation. In the turbulent war years,

4. Scientists' Short Story Writing

Deng Jiaxian

Once, a parachute accident occurred during the flight test, and the atomic bomb fell to the ground and cracked. Deng Jiaxian knew the danger well, but he grabbed it by himself and took the broken atomic bomb fragments in his hand for careful inspection. As a medical professor, his wife knew that he had the cracked atomic bomb and forced Deng Jiaxian to return to Beijing for inspection. It was found that there were radioactive substances in his urine, liver damage and radioactive substances in his bone marrow. Subsequently, Deng Jiaxian still insisted on returning to the nuclear issue.

Test base. When struggling, he insisted on installing the detonator himself, and for the first time, he gave an order to the people around him with the authority of the dean: "You are too young to leave!" 1985, Deng Jiaxian finally left lop Nur and returned to Beijing, still wanting to attend the meeting. The doctor forced him to be hospitalized and told him that he had cancer. He collapsed feebly in his hospital bed, facing the comfort of his wife and defense minister Zhang Aiping, and said calmly, "I knew this day would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

The story about Einstein

(Story 1) Einstein was a playful child when he was a child. His mother often worries about this, and her repeated warnings go in one ear and out the other. Until the autumn of 16, one morning, my father stopped Einstein who was about to go fishing by the river and told him a story that changed Einstein's life.

The story goes like this:

"Yesterday," Einstein's father said, "Uncle Jack and I, our neighbors, cleaned a big chimney in the southern factory. The chimney can only go up if you step on the steel ladder inside. Your uncle Jack is in the front and I am in the back. We grabbed the handrail and finally climbed up step by step. When I came down, your uncle Jack was still in front and I was still behind him. Later, when I came out of the chimney, I found a strange thing: your uncle Jack's back and face were blackened by soot in the chimney, but I didn't even have any soot on me. "

Einstein's father continued to smile and said, "I saw your uncle Jack and thought I must be dirty like a clown, so I went to the nearby river to wash and wash." And your uncle Jack, seeing me clean when I came out of the chimney, thought he was as clean as me, so he washed his hands and went straight to the street. As a result, everyone in the street laughed and hurt their stomachs. They think your uncle Jack is crazy. "

Einstein couldn't help laughing with his father. When his father finished laughing, he solemnly said to him, "In fact, no one else can be your mirror. Only you are your own mirror. Taking others as a mirror, * * * may make yourself a genius. "

Hearing this, Einstein suddenly looked ashamed.

Einstein left the naughty children. He always takes himself as a mirror to examine and reflect on himself, and finally reflects the brilliance of his life.

With the correct reference, there will be the correct direction and action, and it is forbidden to blindly compare.

5. Short Stories in Life Sixth Grade Composition

In a deep sleep, the shadow that trudges to me in the middle of winter secretly watches-Ming

I admit, this kind of life, I am caught in the middle, spinning forward, contradictions come and go, again and again. Once, now and in the future, like luggage, it belongs to me firmly. However, it was the first to arrive. It sank to the bottom of the box, occasionally revealing a corner, and everything appeared in front of us strongly and clearly.

On the corner of the bed, I came across some photos that my mother turned out the other day. They are pictures of me learning to dance when I was a child. Some are painful expressions during training, some are strong and persistent postures, and some are moments of dancing with peers on a brilliant stage. At that time, my head was always low, my face was always raised, and I always had a pair of unbounded eyes. I don't think I should choose to give up when I am trying to hide my full loss and pain.

As far as I can remember, when I was less than 4 years old, I lied about my age, so I learned to dance with older children. I can't stand the teacher's strict requirements. I can't stretch my legs to touch my toes, and I can't catch a pole taller than me. I cried and cried all the time, staring at my mother outside the door. I pouted and lost my temper, fearing that the teacher would hit me. My mother taught me over and over again that teachers should bend their legs when they leave and insist when they come. I was thinking, even so, she didn't want me to give up. What will happen in the future? I don't know. I just cried. Usually, when I couldn't stand the intensity of practice, I fell asleep in my mother's arms in the middle of running.

Suddenly one day, I looked at myself in the mirror in front of the telephone pole, only to find that all the strangers seemed to have left, and everything here was so familiar. I am familiar with the dance steps, and I can even take the lead proudly; I understand its charm, and I can even indulge in the practice room alone. Over the years, I have become the top student in my class, and I am no longer reluctant to cry timidly. When everything has changed, there is only one thing that keeps me from saying my eternal feelings. My name is Tiny. Tiny. I like that name. She makes me so closely connected with reality. She made me forget the girl wearing a small fur coat and how she became like this. She made me cherish it. I have overcome my timidity and endured the pain of bruises on my body. The pain of ankle sprain and ligament strain is still in my heart. But that time, when I was in the sixth grade, I was excited because of the national first prize. I heard the invitation of French exchange and cried with my mother. Everything at that time, that moment was different from the past, which made me grow.

So I persisted in this way until the first day of junior high school. But I can't. Really can't. Long-distance travel on weekends will make my mother and I extremely tired. I usually do less exercise. Every time after class, I will spread out on the bed, and my legs and body will be sore. Helpless, helpless, anxious, finally put it down, put it down. As time goes by, everything is fading quietly. ...

After a long time, my mother began to say that my back was bent and my glasses hung up. As soon as I got angry, she said, "What about my previous temperament?" I've practiced for so many years. "Occasionally, I try to stand up straight and take off my glasses. But I can't keep racing against time. When I bend my head to write and look up at the blackboard, I feel more helpless.

That's all, but I'm not sentimental. The dead always leave.

It's just that this journey seems to me to be meaningful and warm forever. I am so keen on dance steps that she taught me to be strong and not to let go. Now that she is studying, let the girl with a tiger wallet and coat grow up again. I bit my lip and looked down and wrote ...

1February, my story dozed off, and the shadow that trudged to me in the middle of winter secretly watched.

6. Subtitle about Science and Technology and Your Story Composition

Why is my home appliance always disconnected?

High voltage loves light bulbs. I wonder if there is a voltage problem in your home. I'm talking about a problem that can't be ignored. That is to say, it belongs to aging lines or often uses high-power electricity at home. The oxidation contact between the knife and the electric meter joint is not tight. Because the disconnection time is very short, about 0.0 second, the electricity consumption such as lighting is completely invisible. The characteristic of electricity is that a switch will produce a spike waveform. That's how you turned on the light. Like a TV set, it is turned off at night and turned on the next day, and the TV is broken. In this way, my computer cat is often disconnected for more than three months. When the line is disconnected, it is usually noon 1 1- evening 1, 5-8 pm, sometimes it is half a day after the line is disconnected. Netcom and communication are frequent. The problem of wire contact will be another source of old and broken electrical appliances.

7.400-word composition "Short Story in Life"

Life is like a rainbow, dazzling; Life is like a painting, rich and colorful; Life is like a story book, which has written a wonderful story. Below, I will share a life story with you.

classroom ...

The teacher is talking happily, but my mind is no longer on my study. I repeatedly looked up at the gloomy day outside the window, worried, but it happened that the idea of going home crying before dawn just rang.

I've been fighting and I really don't want to open it. It's really boring I held my eyelids with my fingers and looked absently at the podium and my deskmate who had been bullied by me all day, looking around. I never remember what is going on in class now.

Suddenly, the teacher called my name, and I stood up slowly, frightened: the teacher's strictness is by no means the first time I know!

But soon I sat down again. I arrived at the home I wanted early, and I didn't have to walk home because I had a car to pick me up.

because ...

My deskmate saw me stand up in a daze and knew I wasn't listening to the class. He was afraid that I would be embarrassed when I waited, so he deliberately dropped the iron pencil case and hit my foot. In this way, the deskmate who was bullied by me all day transferred the punishment that should have fallen on me to him.

He was beaten black and blue. I'm safe.

When asked why he did this afterwards, he only had one sentence: "You are my classmate after all."

I didn't say the rest, but I got it.

How powerful is friendship? The problem that has been haunting me has been solved.

I wrote this article by myself, which belongs to improvisation. If you feel bad, please bring it up.

8. Composition with the theme of life story

With the bell of the new century, another March came from walk on by around us, leaving us with the warmth of spring, the warmth of wind, the warmth of love and a new century song.

It was our beloved President Sun who wrote the first note for this new song. I remember it was an early morning, and I came to school early to be on duty. In the misty morning fog, I found a figure swaying on the eternal road in front of me. Suddenly, he bent down, picked up something from the ground, and then walked to the trash can. I walked over and saw that it was our headmaster Sun, but what he picked up was a dirty piece of waste paper! I was shocked, this is our headmaster, and he didn't seem to think of it, just walked forward. I suddenly feel that his jumping body is like a beating note, and a string of footprints behind him constitute a wonderful melody, which is a song of spring breeze, a song of dedication, a song of civilization and a song of example. He is guiding us to welcome the arrival of spring.

Back in class, I told everyone about it. Everyone expressed that they should follow the example of President Sun and be a civilized teenager who loves classes, schools and others. Thus, in the warm spring breeze and bright sunshine, young figures flashed in front of people, cheerful notes played in people's ears, and moving melodies hovered over the campus. You see, in the classroom, pots of flowers are competing to open, and the fragrance is refreshing. This is the voice of naughty king Yao Dongyang. On the playground, pots of clear water jingle and small trees spread their leaves, which is the credit of Xie Ning and Wang Benchao; Look again, under the street lamp, a chubby little boy, standing on tiptoe with a stone, stretched out his little hand and unplugged the street lamp that had been lit all night. He is Yang Kunyu from Class One (1); On the roadside, two little girls, Class Five (1) and Li, handed stacks of coins with body temperature to the disabled. Listen, it is windy. Who is closing the classroom windows one by one? Needless to say, a look at the clever figure shows that Wang Nan of Class 6 (2) is actively checking the doors and windows of each class; Listen again, who is singing for the old people in the nursing home? Needless to say, when I heard that sweet voice, I knew it was the spare time of Class 6 (1) giving laughter to the old people ... needless to give more examples. From in-class to out-of-class, from in-school to out-of-school, from dawn to dusk, bright smiling faces are proving, sweet children's voices are proving, books are proving, and diligent figures are one after another. The majestic fitness whip also proves that more than 800 teachers and students in Shi Yu primary school are chanting touching poems with love, writing civilized movements with actions and playing the strong voice of the times with true feelings!

This is exactly: the spring breeze of the century warms people's hearts,

It is spring both inside and outside the campus.

Teachers and students cultivate the flowers of civilization,

Xiangman Gankun writes new songs.

9. 50 compositions and 50-word compositions about stories in life.

There are always some things in life that will make us experience or feel, and also let us learn something or learn lessons, thus inadvertently accumulating our own personal experiences.

I used to have several guppies with colorful and shiny tails, which I couldn't put down. In my spare time, I always like to watch them swimming in the water in front of the fish tank. At first, I gave birth to a lot of small fish. I carefully fished them into a small jar to prevent them from being accidentally swallowed by the mother fish. However, after raising them for a period of time, they kept getting sick and dying, even their young ones were not spared, which made me quite sad and troubled. At first, I heard that there might be something wrong with fish feed, so I changed to a bottle of fish feed, but it still didn't work. My father guessed that the water quality might be bad, so he installed a water filter for the small fish, but they still left me.

Finally, heartbroken, I gave up my interest in fish farming, because every day when I came home from school, I always ran nervously to the fish tank to see if the fish were okay, and my mood fluctuated accordingly. After raising fish, I understand the value of life and the hard work of parents to take care of their children, just like seeing their little fish grow up, swinging their colorful tails, and their hearts are filled with a sense of accomplishment full of joy, just like parents will be pleased to see their children's good grades.

10. Fable story writing in life

I. Simple Happiness There is a little girl who walks from home to school every day. One morning, the weather was not very good and the clouds gradually thickened. In the afternoon, the wind blew harder, and soon there was thunder and lightning and heavy rain. The little girl's mother is worried. She is worried that the little girl will be scared by thunder, or even hit by it. Thunderstorm is getting bigger and bigger, and lightning pierces the sky like a sword. The little girl's mother drove quickly and looked for her along the route to school. Seeing her little daughter walking alone in the street, she found that every time there was lightning, she would stop, look up and smile. After watching it for a long time, the mother finally stopped the child and asked her, What are you doing? She said: God just took my picture, so I want to laugh! Inspiration: Looking at everything from another angle may make you feel better. Second, losing and owning an entrepreneur has made amazing achievements in the shopping mall. When he reached the peak of his career, one day he accompanied his father to a noble restaurant for dinner, and a violinist with extraordinary piano skills was playing for everyone. While listening to the music, the entrepreneur remembered that he had studied the piano and was almost crazy about it. He told his father that if I had studied the piano well, I might be playing here now. Yes, son, his father replied, but in that case, you wouldn't be eating here now. Inspiration: We often lament the lost opportunities or achievements, but often forget to be grateful for what we have now. I know my intelligence is limited. There is a clever boy. One day, his mother took him to the grocery store to buy things. When the boss saw the lovely child, he opened a can of candy and let the little boy take a handful of candy by himself. But the boy didn't make any action. After several invitations, the boss personally grabbed a handful of sugar and put it in his pocket. When I got home, my mother asked the little boy curiously, why didn't I grab the candy myself and let the boss do it? The little boy replied, because my hands are smaller! Moreover, the boss has bigger hands, and he must take a lot more than me! Enlightenment: This is a clever boy. He knows his limitations, but more importantly, he also knows that others are better than himself. Therefore, it is a kind of humility and wisdom to learn to rely on others in a timely manner, not just on your own strength.