A short story about safety, 300 words.
One day, when I came back from school, I walked across a bridge and saw two children running and playing in their seats by the river. I walked over and saw seats on the bridge. ..
One day, when I came back from school, I walked across a bridge and saw two children running and playing in their seats by the river. When I looked over, it turned out that there were seats on the bridge, and under the bridge was the calm East River. The guardrail is so low that it will fall down if you are not careful. "It's too dangerous!" I'm worried in my heart. "Little brother," I walked over, "it's dangerous to play here. If you slip, you will fall into the river and want to go somewhere else to play. " I suggest them. "It's fun here, * * * Do you want to go somewhere else to play?" They wouldn't listen and deliberately put their legs out of the bridge in an attempt to scare me. I once again advised them not to play like this. If you fall, your parents will be worried to death, and you can only lie in bed. They finally accepted my suggestion, got down from their seats and went to other places to play. When going out, you must pay attention to safety. When we get to the river, we can't play, let alone swim, or we will be in danger.
As long as you are serious, careful and thoughtful, safety is around you.
Second, a 300-word short story about warnings and reminders.
For everyone, safety is very important: it is the other side of our success. Only by ensuring safety can we reach and enjoy the joy of success; This is also the soil for cultivating the flower of happiness. Only when you are safe, the flower of happiness will bloom in your life journey …
During the summer vacation, my father took me to the hospital to visit an uncle. I saw something like a birdcage on my uncle's foot, which was terrible, but I was afraid to ask.
I sat next to my father and uncle, only to know that the birdcage is titanium alloy steel plate, which is used to fix my uncle's calf. I quickly asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?" My uncle touched my head and said, "I was hit by a motorcycle and my leg was broken!" " "I nodded. On the way back, I heard from my father that it turned out that when my uncle was crossing the road, a young man came from behind and hit it before braking. My uncle was bounced far away. Dad also told me that my uncle might be disabled. How terrible!
In real life, when you walk on the road, it is safe to walk on the sidewalk; It is also safe to walk the zebra crossing and watch the traffic lights when crossing the road ... In fact, safety is as simple as that, but it must be emphasized that safety will accompany us and grow up happily only if we really keep it in mind and put it into practice. Students: Let's start from childhood, start from small things, and consciously abide by traffic rules.
Three short stories on campus and a 300-word composition about quarreling.
My classmates and I may be inseparable friends. We go to school together, go home from school together and play games together. We are very close. An unpleasant thing happened between Xu Mengran and me after school this morning. The two of us had an argument over a trivial matter. They said to each other, and soon we quarreled. After the quarrel, I decided never to talk to Xu again.
When I got home, my mother and I talked about it. My mother looked at me and said seriously, "you, what do you think Xu did wrong?" What's wrong with you? " "What did I do wrong?" Mother smiled and said, "Think about it. If you don't argue with her when talking about you, but reason with her, won't there be a fight? " I thought about it and said, "It was Xu Mengran who quarreled with me first!" Mom said, "If every good friend of yours is like her today and you ignore them, then you won't have any more friends, and then you will feel very lonely." Mom went on to say, "Everyone has his own advantages and disadvantages. Don't take other people's shortcomings to heart. Even if others do something wrong, don't haggle. Forgive her generously, and you will have more friends. "Although Xu is wrong, you shouldn't argue with her again. I hope you will apologize to Xu this afternoon and stop making her angry, ok? " I looked down and whispered, "All right, Mom! I went to apologize to Xu in the afternoon. "
When I came to school in the afternoon, I was still wondering if I might ignore me. As soon as I saw Xu, Xu and I both bowed our heads and apologized. We looked at each other and then laughed together. We all regret what happened this morning. We made up again and became very good friends.
Four historical stories, about 300 words.
Extraordinary Bridge-Legend of Wen Tianxiang ● At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, Yuan soldiers forced the south. Huang Song lost from Hangzhou to Fuzhou. In the spring of the second year of Jingyan (namely 1277). In order to fight against the Yuan Army, Wen Tianxiang led his troops into Zhangzhou from western Fujian. He heard that Fuzhou was lost, and the Song Emperor fled to the sea, so he had to retreat to the west, cross Banliaoling at the junction of southern Fujian and western Fujian, retreat to the dangerous mountain to build a camp, and calmly deal with emergencies. Yuan army is fierce and urgent. Wen Tianxiang's soldiers and horses crossed the wooden bridge of Xiashe River, looked up at the sky and said, "God help me!" Immediately, there was a blustery wind, lightning and thunder, and the roaring flash floods blocked the Yuan soldiers on the rugged other side. Although the wooden bridge was demolished, it was a major traffic artery. Considering the needs of the people in the past after the war, Wen Tianxiang deliberately left a lot of gold and silver for local reconstruction. When he passed Meizikeng Village at the foot of Daoling Mountain with his own military forces, the people heard the news and took the initiative to remove the door panels and desktops at home, paving a temporary bridge. Wen Tianxiang was so grateful that he named the bridge "Dayi Bridge" on the spot and later generations also called it "Daiyu Bridge". During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty (AD 1582), a solid stone arch bridge was built in Dashexi, and a spectacular pavilion was built at the bridge head to commemorate Xin Gong Wen Tianxiang. There are beautiful inscriptions on the three stone tablets erected. According to legend, Lin Xiyan (Lin Tai), a famous local scholar, wrote a poem named "The Bridge on the Country" in memory of Wen Tianxiang, a national hero who "hangs the Beidou with Geng Guang": When the Prime Minister crossed the bridge east, Ma Si roared all over the road. The world will always remain a hero. A century-old weeping hero. The sad monument is still there, and the cold mountain is empty. Hanging in the past is unbearable, the cold smoke fades, and the sunset glow is red. This solemn and stirring poem expresses the infinite nostalgia and admiration for Wen Tianxiang by later generations.
5. The most ... campus thing. Write several short stories in succession. An article of 300 words is enough.
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There are many kinds of smiles on campus, such as laughter, wry smile, open-minded smile, ungrateful smile ... they are like small flowers, dotted with campus life.
Listen, there are cheers from students on the playground. Oh! It turns out that the tug-of-war between Class 3 (1) and Class 3 (2) is about to begin. Students in every class should attend. Take part in the competition and cheer for those who don't. They form a long queue, just like a long queue. The teacher whistled and the game began. The students didn't try their best to cheer for their class! The contestants did not give in to each other and tried to overwhelm each other.
In the fierce competition, the red rope in the middle swings back and forth like a saw with the strength, sometimes leaning here and sometimes leaning there, and all the players' faces turn red. Suddenly, with a cry of "Oh", Class Three (2) lost. The students in their class fell one after another like dominoes. Some students struggled to get up panting, patting the dust on their bodies, some students cried sadly, and some students refused to accept it and shouted, "Let's do it again." Some students even fell off their glasses and looked for them on the ground ... We smiled awkwardly.
This is, I don't know who said, "don't be sad, don't cry." Failure is the mother of success. " This humorous remark made us laugh. It was so sunny. "Ha ha ha ..." The students' laughter echoed in the campus for a long time. May happy laughter grow with us forever.
Six short stories about the First Opium War, 300 words.
The first opium war (June1840 ~ August 1842). This is an epoch-making event in the history of China. Since the late Qianlong period, China has fallen behind the world trend because of its "closed door". Being in a favorable position in foreign trade makes Britain extremely uneasy. The Opium War began in June 1839 when Humen destroyed opium, and then Britain launched a war of aggression. Later, due to the unfavorable war, Qishan, governor of Daoguang Emperor Zhili, made peace with Britain and signed the first unequal treaty "treaty of nanking" in the history of China. The Opium War was the first war in which China's soldiers and civilians resisted the invasion of western capitalist powers. The vast number of officers and men fought bravely and showed lofty patriotism. However, due to the uncertainty of peace and war in the Qing court, the decision-making was changeable, the generals were ineffective in command, the tactics were dull, and the weapons and equipment were backward, which was finally defeated by the British army. The practice of the Opium War showed that the backward feudal army could no longer defeat the initially modernized capitalist army. China began to move towards a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society.
Fang Zhimin's seven short stories, 300 words.
Fang Zhimin,1August, 90013rd was born in Hutang Village, Yiyang County, Jiangxi Province. Hutang Village is a beautiful place. There are two fish ponds in front of the village, and the water is as bright as a mirror. There is a small river across a small bridge at the entrance of the village, and there is a dirt mountain behind the village, which is covered with tall maple trees.
Fang Zhimin's family is very poor. Every spring, all the food at home is used up, and a little food in the jar is borrowed from the rich man's house. Xiao Zhimin, who has just turned three or four years old, is hungry. Xiao Zhimin tugged at his mother's skirt and kept shouting, "Mom! I'm hungry, I'm hungry! " Xiao Zhimin saw that all the children in the rich man's family ate white flour steamed bread, looked up and asked his mother, "Why do the children in the rich man's family have steamed bread to eat, but not in our family?" Mother had to answer: "rich people live well, with land and money;" We live a hard life, and if we don't want anything, our children will suffer! " Xiao Zhimin still doesn't understand. He's human, too. The rich don't work or sweat to eat white steamed bread, and the father works hard to make his son hungry. Why? When Fang Zhimin was 7 years old, his father borrowed usury from the rich man to send him to a private school.
Xiao Zhimin happily put on his schoolbag and went to school. In the first few days, Xiao Zhimin felt quite fresh. The old man shook his head, and the students shook their heads and read "Confucius" and "Poetry". After a long time, Xiao Zhimin became impatient and bored, so he just sat there dozing off.
Seeing that Xiao Zhimin didn't study hard, the old man came over and grabbed his ear and asked, "Which sentence did I just read?" Xiao Zhimin straightened his neck and said, "I don't know! It's not an old book, I'm too lazy to listen! "
The old gentleman was so angry that his beard stood up. He picked up a ruler and slapped Zhi Min's palm, cursing at the same time: "I told you not to learn sage books!" "Xiao Zhimin's hand was red and swollen, but he gritted his teeth without saying a word.
Back home, the mother looked at her son's hand and shed tears of distress. Xiao Zhimin said, "I won't go to school tomorrow. I'm going to herd cattle and collect firewood. " ! "
Dad was smoking a cigarette. When he heard his son clamoring not to go to school, he vomited a cigarette and said, "How can I go to school without being beaten by the teacher?" . There is still hope for your father to suffer for your study. Otherwise, you will be as blind as your father, and there is no hope to change our poor days! "
Qi belongs to Qi, and Xiao Zhimin still has to go to school. As long as mom and dad are happy, we should study this book well.
19 16 autumn, 16-year-old Zhi Min was studying in a high school in Yiyang county. He read a lot of progressive books in the school library and organized the "Nine District Youth League" to fight against local tyrants and evil gentry.
At that time, there was a big landlord named Zhang who wanted to be a "provincial councillor". He asked his men to use money to buy votes, and the people talked about it. Fang Zhimin thought, this landlord is very bad, with sores on his head and pus on his feet. If he becomes a member of parliament, he may do many bad things.
In order to stop the big landlord named Zhang, Fang Zhimin stayed up all night and wrote a small-character newspaper: "Ten Deaths of Zhang Landlord", copied several copies and posted them in the most conspicuous place in the county overnight. People in the city crowded to read small posters and applauded happily. To advocate furious, send someone to tear up posters, looking for Fang Zhimin everywhere.
Fang Zhimin's classmates advised him to find a place to hide, saying that he was rich and powerful and not to be taunted. Fang Zhimin smiled and said, "I'm not afraid. Can he eat me? "
The landlord Zhang finally found Fang Zhimin. Several lackeys gave Fang Zhimin a push, and Fang Zhimin was taken to the landlord's house.
I insisted on leaning back in the plush chair, humming and smoking, staring blankly at Fang Zhimin and saying, "Are you Fang Zhimin?"
Fang Zhimin head high don't talk, thought, do you know what to ask?
The land advocate spoke again: "students should read the books of sages well and don't fiddle about." . I asked you to write a statement saying that you were instigated by others and I was innocent. How's it going? "
Fang Zhimin shook his head, and the landlord Zhang immediately turned against him and threw the hookah on the table, with a lost expression on his face. He said, "I am in Yiyang, and you are like stepping on an ant." When a thug beat him to death, Fang Zhimin said unhurriedly, "I have written a letter to the newspaper and the police station. If I can't go back tonight, someone will post it. The whole province will know about your killing of students. "
When the landlord heard it, a boy of fifteen or sixteen left a hand, which was really tough. After careful consideration, if Fang Zhimin is killed, it will anger the people of the whole province. Or swallow this tone, so we have to wave to let Fang Zhimin go.
Fang Zhimin didn't leave any letter for his classmates, but he was pushed into a hurry by landlord Zhang, who used his quick wits to say that rhetoric. Fang Zhimin became a famous student in Yiyang, but he didn't become a member of parliament in the end.
19 18, the northern warlord Duan betrayed his country and took refuge in Japanese imperialism, which aroused great public anger.
On this day, teachers and students of Yiyang Middle School held a rally on the playground to denounce Duan's traitorous behavior. Fang Zhimin's most admired young teacher, Miss Liu, took to the podium to give a speech. He said emotionally, "The traitors have sold out our country piece by piece, and Japanese imperialism will swallow up our China again. We should start from ourselves and boycott Japanese goods. " After that, Mr. Liu took out Japanese tooth powder and Japanese washbasin, crushed the tooth powder box with one foot, and smashed the Japanese washbasin with stones.
The students were all infected by Mr. Liu's patriotic action. Fang Zhimin crossed his legs and ran to the dormitory, took out his paved Japanese straw mat, ran to the podium, lit a match and said, "I want to learn from Mr. Liu and resolutely don't use Japanese goods."
19 19 Autumn, Fang Zhimin went to Nanchang Jiangxi No.1 Industrial School. He read progressive publications such as New Youth, and his ideological consciousness improved rapidly.
At that time, schools in Fang Zhimin were badly run. The school appoints teachers through personal relationships. Some teachers know nothing, even their students are not as good as them. As long as they have access, they can teach. The students have great opinions. On behalf of the whole class, Fang Zhimin proposed to the school to change teachers. The fat headmaster said in a bureaucratic tone, "research." A few months later, there was no news.
At the right moment, the school propaganda team has to arrange programs. Fang Zhimin had a brainwave and wrote a play "The Strange Phenomenon of Private Schools". There are three main characters in the play, the principal, the principal's wife and the principal's son. When the principal is the leader, the principal's wife can't even read and dares to teach any class. The headmaster's son just rang the bell.
The story of eight little heroes Wang Erxiao is 300 words.
1942 On the morning of June 25th (the 16th day of the ninth lunar month), 13-year-old Wang Erxiao was herding cattle on the hillside outside the gate of Langya ditch called by local villagers when he suddenly saw a group of devils coming into the mountains to sweep the floor. Dozens of ghost soldiers came from Langya Mouth to Fan Zhuang Wangcun. The rear organs of the Eighth Route Army are hidden in the ravine over there, and there are many villagers.
In case the devils touch that ravine, not only the rear organs of the Eighth Route Army will suffer losses, but also the villagers in born to die. However, it is too late to report at this time. At this time, the second primary school suddenly remembered that Laiyuan had transferred more than 20 wounded people and food in order to crush the Japanese attack. In order to protect the rear organs and the masses, the cavalry company ambushed on Shilingzi in Shihu.
The enemy saw Wang Erxiao herding cattle on the hillside and asked him to lead the way. Wang Erxiao pretended to obey and went ahead. In order to protect the displaced villagers, he led the enemy into the ambush circle of the Eighth Route Army. Suddenly, gunshots rang out in all directions, and the enemy knew that he had been cheated. In desperation, he stabbed Wang Erxiao to death with a bayonet.
China young anti-Japanese hero, whose real name is Yan, 1929 was born in Laiyuan County, Baoding City, Hebei Province on June 22nd. During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, Wang Erxiao's hometown was an anti-Japanese base of the Eighth Route Army, which was often "swept" by Japanese devils. Wang Erxiao is a youth league member. He often stood guard for the Eighth Route Army when he was herding cattle on the hillside.
(8) Extended reading of campus safety stories in 300 words:
After the founding of New China, the story of Wang Erxiao was incorporated into primary school textbooks, and it is still sung by people 60 years later. The second primary school has become the hero of thousands of children in Qian Qian. In 2003, the feature film "Young Hero" invested and filmed by the Youth League Central Network Film and Television Center aroused strong repercussions among children.
At that time, the cavalry company of the first division of the Jinchaji Military Region was stationed in this area. Wang Erxiao likes horses, often goes to the cavalry company to play, and is very familiar with the Eighth Route Army soldiers.
He is a clever boy, very introverted and doesn't like to talk. He always wears a worn-out jacket all the year round. Wu Lianchang of the cavalry company likes this boy very much and often tells him stories about the war. When it was time to eat, he left a meal for him to eat. The following year, Wang Erxiao joined the Youth League and stood guard for the Eighth Route Army while herding cattle.
During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, when Cowherd was the second child, his parents died tragically at the hands of the Japanese aggressors. The national disaster and family feud filled his heart with hatred for the enemy, and he constantly sprouted his determination to avenge his dead relatives. He deliberately herded cattle on the road swept by the enemy, led the enemy into the ambush circle of the Eighth Route Army, and finally destroyed the enemy and avenged the villagers, while he died heroically under the enemy's butcher's knife.
Nine stories about honesty, 300 words, are obvious.
I have it here. You can cut it.
Honesty is almost two.
When I came home that day, it had fallen recently, and a few faint afterglow slipped lazily from behind the distant mountain, and the horizon became a beautiful sunset. I've been running around with my mother all afternoon. I just want to buy something to eat and have a rest. But I didn't expect that I was almost fooled by unscrupulous businessmen and spent seven or eight dollars in the vegetable market. Although the money is not much, it seems to reflect the current social situation.
The first thing my mother and I did was to go to the meat market nonstop to buy meat. Mother carefully selected a piece of pork belly and handed it to the boss. The female boss has a big belly and is more noble than Yang Guifei. I wore a dirty apron around my waist for fear that I would forget to wash it for a month. A short head of hair is propped up in disorder. "Maybe she is busy?" I thought to myself. She slowly put the meat in her hand on the scale, glanced at the scale and casually said, "Two catties and seven liang." I noticed that when she said this, she pulled the load rope up a little, but the rope slipped down reluctantly. I became suspicious, and my mother seemed to find something wrong. She leaned down and looked at the scale in the man's hand, pointing to the evidence and yelling at her, "It's obviously two pounds and three ounces! What's wrong with you? " When the woman saw that the stuffing was exposed, she said helplessly, "Okay, okay, two catties and three ounces is two catties and three ounces." Say that finish also unconvinced to mom made a cold face. Although my mother took the meat from the scale, she accidentally saw it. Now my mother is angry: "you lied about your weight and gave me face." Who are you? " Say that finish, I threw the meat in my hand, but fortunately it wasn't on the ground, so I pulled it up and turned away.
I bought fire instead of meat. My mother decided to eat only vegetarian food tonight. My mother stared at the basket of extremely fresh green beans, went up and grabbed a handful and handed it to the boss, forgetting to ask the price. The man had a rotten cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes narrowed into a thin seam, as if he were seriously looking at the scale in his hand. "Four or two pounds!" "Mother learned the lesson of buying meat in front, leaned forward and took one look. At first sight, he vented his anger. He shouted at the vegetable seller, "221 Jin! What's wrong with you? " The man was dumbfounded, but he was smart and apologized to my mother. My mother gave the money satisfactorily, took the green beans and disappeared with me in the vast sea of people.
Back home, I have been thinking about what happened today. What's wrong with this society? Don't you want the minimum business integrity? Integrity can't be worse. Is it necessary to personally supervise and verify everything in order to rest assured? In that case, is it too tiring to be an adult?