1. Abbreviation essay of 300 words

"When the clouds break and the moon comes, the flowers make shadows." Flowers know how to enjoy the spring best. In the sunny spring, the flowers dried up by the cold wind The heart lazily begins to wake up, the flowers are in full bloom, and the flowers are blooming.

"The clear song sings at the dawn of spring." Birds are the messengers of spring. Along with the melody of the Spring Dance, the birds play happily. The music of the song; green mountains, flowing water, and tinkling streams intertwine with it and rotate accordingly. In the thin morning mist, the light reflected by the sun dances gracefully and gracefully.

I can’t tell whether it’s us who have added vitality to this warm spring, or whether the vitality of spring has infected us. In short, everything has become so fresh and new

Put aside the hustle and bustle of the world. Feeling restless, you can experience the beauty of the sun and the tenderness of the breeze, and feel the joy of running in the endless green fields and singing happily.

On a spring night, please close your eyes and listen carefully to the soft singing of the dim and beautiful songs hidden in the night. The moon's gentle eyes are as if they have just stepped out of the ice and snow. It's cold, yet bright and gorgeous, staring at the little creatures in the world, walking gently on the path under the moonlight. Don't wake them up. The dewdrops emit thousands of brilliance like glass. Just touch it with your fingers and run into your palms. Walking through the clear water, she has a thin layer of charm. The mist rises like a veil, gently covering her graceful figure, tempting us to lift it. The water is very spiritual, and it will always bring some stories as it flows. In this cool river, there are layers of ripples, as if the river is smiling at you, and it seems to be blaming you for waking her up in her sleep. I think that at this moment, it is condensed by the golden powder of the Six Dynasties. The Qinhuai River will also be washed away by the spring and return to its original appearance. If Zhu Ziqing could once again swim in the sound of oars and lights in the Qinhuai River at this time, he would have another kind of experience, I think! There will be...

The spring rain was lingering. I held an umbrella and walked under the green sky and blue sky, listening to the quiet sound of rain. It's like crying, like resentment, like admiration. Take away the umbrella, and the drizzle kisses your face happily, condensing into dewdrops on your hair, and turning into sweet sloping raindrops on your mouth. It touches your heart. When you open your eyes, the drizzle weaves two pools of Qinquan in your eyes. Maybe the legend of the ancient goddess Nuwa making human beings out of clay is true. When mud meets water, it becomes pulp, and when people meet the rain, they become soft and soft. As I walked, I felt like I had walked into Dai Wangshu’s elegant rain alley. If I had the chance, I would like to ask Mr. Shu, when he was thinking about this poem, whether he was passing through the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March and the misty Liu Cang. Here!

I sat in a room with no lights on, listening to the sound of raindrops falling. An endless darkness embraced me. Without lights, I could imagine the misty waves of rain falling outside the glass window. The beauty of the clear sky, the darkness is as gentle as the deep sea, my feeling is floating, the high sky turns into a dark blue that seems to be within reach, and the green thorns wrapped around the old wall are washed clean by the rain. The green, time flows, the clear raindrops, I seem to be able to hear the first vibration of life, every thin green vein on each leaf has a surface that is different from others.

Spring has the quiet beauty of the river reeds and the rising moon; the softness of the sparse shadows of the osmanthus trees; and the beauty of the heavenly sky. Spring - the messenger of beauty. It is better to leave the world behind and travel in the spring light. 2. Who can help me abbreviate an article?

My brother is here. The place I went to is a place that philosophers throughout the ages have been unable to figure out, a place that various religions have tried to describe, and a place that everyone will go to and cannot come back to. But how can I get my younger brother’s turn now! He has just turned 50, is full of energy, has accumulated rich knowledge and experience, and has made great achievements. How many things are waiting for him to do! The hospital found that his tumor was quite large and needed immediate surgery. He also wanted to attend a technical seminar and asked if he could come back after the meeting. While he was recuperating after the operation, he was still reading scientific research papers at the institute and doing some translation work. Until he was bedridden, he still kept several copies of international aviation materials on hand and always "wanted to read them again." He wasn't all thinking about work, either. When there was no water left, he suddenly said he wanted to eat shrimps, prawns. He wants to live, he wants to live!

But he went, too early. The past year or so, from his illness to his death, was really like a dream, a dream that can never be believed. I always feel that he will come back, walk from our backyard, which looks very desolate in winter and summer, to my window, and call "little sister——". But he passed away, gone too soon and forever.

At 7 a.m. on October 28, 1982, he went.

This day was expected, but how could I believe this was a fact! He lay there, but he was no longer him, no longer my brother in his prime. He would no longer answer our calls, no longer discourage our cries.

Where have you been, little brother! Since the death of Aunt Yuanjun in 1974, my family has suffered many funerals, and this time my little brother's passing away is the most unconventional and unacceptable! I also had to tell this news to my old father, who was also in the hospital at the time, because I couldn't answer his first question every day: "How is my little brother today?" I had to tell him that this was my responsibility. I no longer have a younger brother to rely on, and I can no longer count on him to share my responsibilities.

His father wrote an elegiac couplet for him: "He is a good party member and a good cadre. His great ambitions have not been fulfilled, and his tears are just for the pain of his family. He is good at science and technology, and he is good at art and literature. It is rare to find all-round talents, and it is difficult to summon his soul." Come back again! "My only brother is gone forever.

He is sick from overwork and depression. He works intensely three times a day and participates in various meetings. Every time there was a large-scale test, he checked every screw and piece of tape in advance. He is a member of the Science and Technology Committee of the Ministry of Machinery and Machinery, and he had the foresight to propose research on various models. A research project for which he was the chief engineer won the first prize for science and technology from the Office of National Defense Industry and the Ministry of Machinery. At the same time, he is also a member of the Party Committee of the 623 Institute and needs to express his opinions on various matters frankly and acceptably at the conference table. I often think that being able to "carry both shoulders" is a characteristic of our intellectuals who came out in the 1950s and early 1960s. We grew up under the requirement of "being both popular and professional". Of course, some people never make it, like me. Most people carry too heavy a burden and walk on rugged, thorny, and sometimes impassable mountain roads. The critical struggle of those years had long-term effects. Not only do they live a hard life and are overworked, but they are also frightened and filled with things they cannot understand. Who can stand it? Already late bloomers, let these late bloomers prolong their brilliance for as long as possible.

These days, I have read many articles about this aspect, and also read "Wish after Regret", which gave me some comfort. I hope that "wishes" can become a reality. I think there are fewer and fewer things that need to be "lamented".

Brother, I won’t cry! 3. Composition abbreviation 300.

I am a person who always tries to be brave and seems to be very courageous, but in fact I am also very timid.

Last Saturday night, my mother was hospitalized, my father was taking care of me in the hospital, and I was alone at home.

At first, my sister was playing games and we were chatting. But after nine o'clock, my sister came home, and a sense of fear arose in my heart.

I stood by the window. It was dark and the wind was high, the cold wind was whistling, and from time to time there were several miserable bird calls, which made me shiver. I suddenly thought of the "thief". I was afraid of which window he would climb in, so I took three steps and two steps at a time and closed all the windows in my house with "pop, pop, pop" sounds, and I felt a little more at ease. . The streets were brightly lit, but silent, which made people feel eerie. In fact, I am also very timid.

I didn’t dare to stand by the window for a long time, so I started playing games again. I was playing backgammon, and I always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at me from behind, but I didn't dare to turn around to look. I was covered in cold sweat, thinking: Could it be the "god of death" behind me? Every time I turn around, my life will be shortened by one year. The more I thought about it, the more outrageous it became. I was so frightened that I almost fell to the ground. Because I was so restless, I was chased by my opponent during the chess game, and ended up losing miserably. There are illusions everywhere behind the game. In fact, I am also very timid.

It was already very late, I turned off the computer and prepared to go to sleep. The bathroom was dark, as if shrouded in smoke, hiding murderous intent, making people afraid to move forward. I gritted my teeth and rushed straight to the bathroom. With a quick flick of my fingers, the light came on. I breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed safe.

After washing, I walked to the bedroom. Sleeping in bed, I always felt uneasy, as if someone had known that I was home alone and was preparing to rob me in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep, so I got up and read. The book tells many touching stories. My heart was immersed in the warm love and threw away all distracting thoughts. It was already early in the morning, and my biological clock reminded me that I had to sleep. I gently got into bed and looked at the ceiling. The shadows were gradually changing, as if some people were walking quietly. I didn't dare to think too much and closed my eyes tightly, but all kinds of strange and weird things kept appearing in my mind. I don't know how long it took before I fell asleep.

In fact, I am also very timid. How can I make myself bold? Collapse 4. If someone from elementary school can give me the abbreviation of Three Days of Light, just the abbreviation, 300 words, no authorship required

Helen Keller. He only lived for 88 years, 87 years without light and loneliness... One of the famous quotes goes like this: There were two strange people in the 19th century, one was Napoleon and the other was Helen Keller - Mark. Twain. However, it was such a blind, deaf-mute person who graduated from Harvard University's Decliffe College. Because he traveled everywhere, he built one charity after another. He was named one of the top ten American heroic idols in the 19th century by Time Magazine.

When I first read the title of the book, I simply thought it was just about writing about my own life. But after reading it, I realized that it was not that simple. It filled my heart with courage to accept the difficulties of life and to overcome difficulties. The courage to challenge the limits of life, understand that you need to embrace the world with love! The ever-changing teacher Sullivan experienced all kinds of disasters, but she persisted to the end with tenacity. When she was a child, for some unknown reason, her eyes went dark day by day. Not only did she see many doctors, but there was no progress. , if it hadn't gotten worse... In the blink of an eye, I had grown up and became Helen Keller's teacher. The article is mainly divided into five parts, the second part: Walking out of darkness and silence, which is amazing. The articles are mainly from the second year of college to the age of 40. I think it started when my essay was bought by a women's newspaper, and I couldn't figure out how to write it. Maybe it was an autobiography, but I couldn't read it. I can’t figure out what the central point is in it, but I was moved by the thoughts and feelings of the protagonist. The death of her loving mother made her sad, and it also reminded her of her mother’s meticulous maternal love for her in childhood, which reminded her of her own childhood. She regretted all the things she did when she was ignorant. She also saw that the family relationship between her and her mother was as inseparable as the windows of her soul - her eyes.

Recalling this book, I did not expect that Life in the 19th century was so difficult. I decided that when I grow up, I must be a teacher like Sullivan and nurture more talents!

After I read the book "If You Give Me Three Days of Light", I was deeply moved by Helen Keller's unyielding spirit. Mark Twain once said: "There were two strange people in the 19th century. One was Napoleon who said Helen Keller."

He became deaf and blind 19 months after he was born, and it was difficult to even speak. Helen Keller, when she completely lost faith in living. At this time, she met Teacher Sullivan. Teacher Sullivan came into her life, which made Helen Keller seem to feel what life is, discover life, and observe life. So she overcame all kinds of difficulties, graduated from Harvard University's Radcliffe College, made outstanding contributions to world charities, and shocked the world by writing with her heart.

Blind Helen can discover so many things, but healthy me often ignores the beauty of life.

If I only had three days of light, what would I do with my eyes? I have never been blind and don't understand what the dark world is like, so I closed my eyes and walked around the house.

The first second I closed my eyes, my heart suddenly became cold for some reason. I felt that the world had suddenly turned from bright to dark, and I felt very confused and uneasy. When I was about to take a step forward, I found that walking, which I usually don't care about, has become so difficult. I found that I didn't dare to take a step. I was afraid, afraid that I would fall, afraid that something would touch me and hurt myself. . That's okay, I can still listen with my ears, but what about Keller? She could neither see nor hear. How can we know, understand, and understand how many difficulties and dangers she faces?

We are born in a world of blessings, and we can not only see a world full of sunshine, but also hear all kinds of wonderful sounds. What regrets do we have? What else can we complain about? I think: Although Keller can't see or hear, she still has her own imaginary world in her heart. It is Keller's world, and it belongs only to Keller herself. I believe her world will also be full of sunshine and laughter. Helen's life was spent in darkness, but she brought a bright life to mankind. She used her actions to prove the courage of mankind to defeat fate, and left a triumphant song to the world that will never be forgotten! 5. The abbreviated composition of Lin Xiangru is about 300 words

During the Warring States Period, the Qin State was the strongest and often attacked other countries.

One time, King Zhao got the priceless treasure Heshi Bi. When King Qin found out, he wanted the piece of bi very much, so he lied to King Zhao and said he was willing to give fifteen cities in exchange for the piece of bi.

The King of Zhao sent Lin Xiangru to the State of Qin with Heshi Bi.

Lin Xiangru went to the palace and gave the bi to the King of Qin. Knowing that the King of Qin was not sincere in exchanging the city for the bi, he ordered people to send the bi back to the State of Zhao, so that the King of Qin's conspiracy failed. Because Lin Xiangru returned the jade to Zhao intact, he was named a senior official.

A few years later, King Qin asked King Zhao to meet him in Mianchi. The King of Qin asked the King of Zhao to play the harp and ask people to record it. When Lin Xiangru saw that the King of Qin was insulting the King of Zhao, he threatened the King of Qin to hit the fou, and also asked someone to record it, so that the King of Qin would also be insulted. Lin Xiangru made another meritorious service and was named Shangqing, a position higher than Lianpo.

Lian Po was very dissatisfied with this and threatened to depose the prime minister! After Lin Xiangru knew about it, he always avoided Lian Po. Lin Xiangru's men didn't like it, so Lin Xiangru explained that he was hiding from Lian Po for the national interest. When Lian Po knew about it, he felt that he was not worthy of it, so he carried a thorn stick on his back and came to Lin Xiangru's house to plead guilty. From then on, the two of them became good friends and worked together to defend Zhao. 6. The abbreviation of the article is 400 words

1. The abbreviation of "The Straw Boat Borrowing Arrows"

Zhou Yu was very jealous of Zhuge Liang's talent. One day, in order to embarrass Zhuge Liang, Zhou Yu asked him to make 100,000 arrows in ten days, but Zhuge Liang said that it would only take three days to make them, and he also issued a military order.

Zhuge Liang later asked Lu Su to help him borrow 20 boats. Each boat had 30 sergeants and more than 1,000 straw men lined up on both sides of the boat. On the third day, Zhuge Liang asked Lu Su to go get the arrows together. On this day, the sky was filled with heavy fog, and it was difficult to see anyone on the other side. Cao Cao gave the order not to move out easily as the fog was heavy and it was difficult to see what was true. Zhuge Liang gave another order, still shouting with thunder and drums. The sky is getting brighter, but the fog has not cleared yet. At this time, both ends of the ship were filled with arrows. Zhuge Liang asked people to shout loudly, thanking the prime minister for the arrow. Cao Cao knew that he had been fooled, but the ship had already sailed more than 20 miles. When the ship docked, Zhou Yu discovered that the 500 sergeants he had sent just arrived to carry arrows. Zhuge Liang told Zhou Yu how to borrow the bed, and he exclaimed in surprise: I am really not as good as Zhuge Liang!

2. Abbreviation "Little Hero Yulai"

There is a Luhua Village in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei border area. 12-year-old Yulai is from this village. He has superb swimming ability.

In autumn, Yulai was admitted to night school. "We are Chinese and we love our motherland." This sentence taught by the teacher was deeply imprinted in Yulai's heart.

One day, the Japanese came to "sweep up" again. Uncle Li, the traffic officer in the district, ran to Yu Lai's house, moved the vat in the corner, jumped into a hidden hole, and told Yu Lai to move the vat back to its original place. After Yu Lai moved the vat back to its original place, he quickly ran towards the backyard, but was still caught by the Japanese. The Japanese searched the house but found nothing. They used various means to coerce and lure Yu into telling where the traffic officer was hiding. But Yu Lai insisted that he saw no one. The Japanese became so angry that they beat Yu Lai until his nose bled, and even wanted to shoot Yu Lai.

Several shots were fired along the riverside in Luhua Village, and both the elderly and children cried. After the enemy left, everyone came to the river and didn't see even a drop of blood. There was sudden movement in the water, and Yu Lai's head popped out. It turned out that before the gunshot, he took advantage of the Japanese unprepared and jumped into the river to escape. 7. How to abbreviate, rewrite, and expand a composition of 400 words

Generally speaking, there are three requirements:

First, it must reflect the style and appearance of the original text. In other words, abbreviations are not allowed to change the central idea of ??the original text, nor the genre of the original text, nor even the person's pronoun. It is necessary to maintain the main events of the original text and the basic characteristics of the original characters. The order of paragraphs and expression methods must also remain the same.

Second, according to the abbreviation requirements, the length of the original text should be shortened or some descriptive sentences should be removed, or some minor events should be summarized, or irrelevant introductions should be deleted. How short you want to shorten it depends on the requirements of the topic.

Third, it must be connected naturally and connected from beginning to end to make the article a whole.

The specific method of abbreviation is: 1. First summarize the central idea of ??the full text and the general idea of ??each paragraph; 2. Clarify the main events and materials around the center, and delete the subplots and materials; 3. Abbreviate the language , turn specific descriptive sentences into concise narrative sentences; 4. Finally, it depends on whether the connection is natural and whether the beginning and end are connected. 8. Abbreviate the next essay to 200~300 words, highlighting the key points

On November 24, 2011, the school brigade held the annual "Infinite Knowledge, Priceless Love Book Donation Charity Sale". The total number of people participating in this event reached more than 500 people.

In order to prepare for this event, the students had made sufficient preparations a week ago. I served as a salesperson.

That afternoon, eight classes of fifth grade students The classmates are all gathered in the big playground. We put the books on the bookstall of our class, and the books in each class piled up into a towering mountain.

Each class lined up in a neat square formation. The teacher introduced the purpose of the activity and then asked each class to shout slogans. After shouting the slogans, everyone rushed to the bookstall they wanted to go to. < /p>

The event is coming to an end soon. Many classes have sold out their books, and those that have not been sold will be donated to children in disaster areas.

The most exciting moment came. Everyone counted the money they got from buying books, which was more than 600 yuan a day. Then everyone put the remaining money on their bodies into the bag containing money. The first place in this event was Class 8, Grade 5, with 1,654 yuan. Although our class did not come first, at least we were not last.

The ranking of this event is not important, the important thing is to show your love 9. A 300-word essay on the abbreviation of "Childhood"

1. Fun childhood stories My childhood was colorful Colorful, the interesting things that happened in my childhood were as countless as the stars in the sky. The brightest and most dazzling one was still that one. At noon on a Sunday, my mother was already asleep. I was only four years old at the time, and it was nothing. It was fun, I was wandering around the room, and somehow I ended up in front of the mirror. Yeah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me coming towards me in front of me? It was okay if I didn't touch it, but I was shocked when I touched it. The "person" turned out to be ordinary, and he also stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch me. I quickly took a few steps back. Okay, how dare you learn from me, let's see how I deal with you. I I slapped my hand, and the "person" also slapped me. When I hit him, the "person" also slapped me. Oh, it hurt. I was scared. I was flat and could move. I could imitate me, and I could also hit. If a person is bad, he must be a monster. I quickly walked to my mother's bed, grabbed her hand, and shouted: "Mom, there is a weird thing over there, and he beats me." "My mother miraculously asked me what it was, but I kept pulling her to the mirror. It was strange, there was another monster. I hurriedly hid behind my mother and couldn't help but tremble. My mother looked at it and laughed. I asked, "Mom, why are you laughing? Aren't you afraid of it?" Mom turned around and said to me, "This is a mirror, it's not a monster at all. Look..." I saw my mother swaying left and right, and in the mirror The person also swayed left and right. After some explanations from my mother, I realized that it turns out that the mirror can "print" people in, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror. No wonder ***, it also does something. Woolen cloth! Whenever I think about this now, I still laugh out loud! 2. Interesting things about childhood.

1. Fun stories from my childhood. My childhood was colorful. The fun stories that happened in my childhood were as countless as the stars in the sky. The brightest and most dazzling one among them was that one. It was a Sunday. At noon, my mother was already asleep. I was only four years old at that time, and I had no fun. I was wandering around the room, and somehow I ended up in front of the mirror. Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me coming towards me in front of me? It was okay if I didn't touch it, but I was shocked when I touched it. The "person" turned out to be ordinary, and he also stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch me. I quickly took a few steps back. Okay, how dare you learn from me, let's see how I deal with you. I I slapped my hand, and the "person" also slapped me. When I hit me, the "person" also slapped me. Oh, it hurt. I was scared. I was flat and could move. I could imitate me, and I could also hit. If a person is bad, he must be a monster. I quickly walked to my mother's bed, grabbed her hand, and shouted: "Mom, there is a weird thing over there, and he beats me." "My mother miraculously asked me what it was, but I kept pulling her to the mirror. It was strange, there was another monster. I hurriedly hid behind my mother and couldn't help but tremble. My mother looked at it and laughed. I asked, "Mom, why are you laughing? Aren't you afraid of it?" Mom turned around and said to me, "This is a mirror, it's not a monster at all. Look." I saw my mother swaying left and right, and in the mirror The person also swayed left and right. After some explanations from my mother, I realized that it turns out that the mirror can "print" people in, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror. No wonder ***, it also does something. Woolen cloth! Whenever I think about this now, I still laugh out loud! 2. Interesting things about childhood What is childhood? It's the cicada on the tree, it's the frog in the water, it's the short song of the reed flute, it's the hide and seek of my partner... In short, childhood is carefree, happy and beautiful. Whenever I recall the interesting things in my childhood vividly When I was 5 years old, my face always glowed with rosy brilliance. After all, those past events swirled in my heart like the sound of gurgling water. Once they burst out, they would be so eloquent... When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandma's house. When I went home, my grandma lived in the countryside, so there were many people riding horses from this village to that village. I was very envious when I saw it, and wanted to try riding a horse, but the horse's back was too high and I couldn't get on. Go, when I was thinking of a way to get up, I happened to see my grandma feeding the pigs. I thought the pigs were small and it would be easy to go up. As soon as I saw grandma enter the house after feeding the pigs, I went up to the pig nest, opened the door and went in to choose. A pig rode on it and ran away. Grandma saw it and ran out to call me. I saw grandma and wanted the pig to stop, but it couldn't. The pig ran into grandma's vegetable garden, and all the cucumbers and persimmons in it were eaten. The pig was trampled, and my hands and belly were scratched by the branches of the fruit trees. This time, grandma caught the pig. After grandma drove the pig into the nest, she said that I was too naughty and even dared to ride a pig. One time when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle. At that time, I was not very good at riding. My mother and I rode our bicycles to the square to play. There was a lot of space there. I rode my bicycle there, and the more I rode, the more I rode. The faster I went, I suddenly saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. Because he was riding too fast, he couldn't stop the bike. It was about to hit him. My mother was also calling me. I thought: "If we hit it, I will also get injured, and I'm not very good at riding. What if I turn around and fall?" I didn't know what to do. Then I suddenly remembered: "Jump off the car, it must be okay." I jumped off. The car, I was not injured, but my car collided with that person. Whenever I recall these, I always giggle, the smile is so sweet, so bright. It seems that everything is so dreamy. The past reappears vividly. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of my youth. I think that childhood is like a tree without annual rings, which will never grow old or disappear. 3. Fun childhood stories When I was young, I was special. Naughty, let me tell you an interesting story from my childhood. I remember one time when I came home, I saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly popped up in my little head. , is to draw "facial makeup", of course not on paper, but ----- draw on dad's face. I first found the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully painted on dad's forehead. A big "king" character, and then use khaki to draw a bunch of golden stripes around dad's face. This is a majestic tiger. After finishing the painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and at the same time... I felt sorry that my father's face was painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. When I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him. With a blank look on my face, I burst out laughing. Dad looked at me inexplicably when he saw it.