Part 1: Cultural story composition

Cultural stories record the things of literati. So what is a literati? He is someone who does good deeds and benefits the world. But although there are few such people, there is such a noble and educated person beside me.

He is an old man who lives next to my house. Although he is a foreigner, in the eyes of us neighbors, he is a good person who will always be in our hearts. My grandfather died young and I had never met him, but I longed to have a grandfather by my side. Ever since I met that grandfather, I have always regarded him as a great grandfather in my heart.

On this day, my grandma did not cook lunch and gave me 20 yuan to eat by myself. At this time, my face dropped and I muttered: "I have to eat by myself again." , Grandma seemed to have heard what I was saying, and glared at me with her sharp eyes. When I saw her eyes, I knew that if I stayed there for a longer time, I would be in trouble. So I left immediately.

On the road, I drooped my head, and the smile that usually hung on my face was gone. When the grandfather saw it, he came over with a smile, gently stroked my head, and said, "What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, my tears were like tides, overflowing the horizontal line and flowing out. Grandpa, use His rough hands gently wiped away my tears. I sobbed and said: "Grandma... Grandma hasn't cooked for two days. Today... she gave me money again and asked... to buy food by myself. Although this is good,... but I can't eat... I'm tired of the things outside." The old man's smile like the sunset still didn't disappear, and he said: "Come on, just for this little thing, what's the point of crying? Look at the beggars on the street, they still have three meals to eat. There is no guarantee that you can eat all three meals. You should be satisfied if you can eat delicious food now. "I raised my head and looked at the old grandpa. He is like the sun, bringing light to others. : "Let's go, since you don't want to eat food from outside, then eat what grandpa cooks! These twenty yuan will be regarded as the cost of grandpa's treat for you." I smiled and put the wrinkled piece of paper in my hand. I gave the crumpled twenty yuan to Grandpa and had lunch with him. I learned the next day that grandpa returned the twenty yuan to grandma.

Ah! What a great grandpa!

Chapter 2: Cultural Story Composition

Culture is a spirit and a symbol of civilization. Of course, civilization is the same as culture, but culture is not the same as civilization.

The reason why there is such a result is that if a person is civilized, others will also say that he is educated. However, even if a person has a super high degree of education (that is, culture), he will not be educated because of " If he is good at small things, he will not do it." If this is the case, others will also say that he is uneducated. So it can be said: "Culture lies in virtue. If a person does not have virtue, he will lose culture. If a person has virtue, he will gain culture.

Once, I encountered a touching cultural deed. Although it was a deed, it was just a deed. Just a very, very small thing: On a sunny Saturday, I went to my grandma's house to play. Because that day was not far from the New Year, most of the shops on the road were closed, but that small " The "Shaxian Snack" shop was open as usual. When I saw this shop, my index fingers moved. "I haven't had snacks in a long time," I thought. So, I grabbed a blue five-yuan RMB and rushed to it. I entered this snack bar. “One bowl of noodles and one bowl of flat food” I said to the boss, “Okay! "The boss responded and started cooking snacks immediately.

While waiting, I glanced at the price casually, and a chill went down my back. "A bowl of noodles, a bowl of noodles. A bowl of flat food costs at least five yuan, and I only have five yuan. What should I do? "I was so anxious that I walked back and forth uneasily in the shop.

Time passed by minute by second, and finally the food was cooked while I was waiting uneasily. I said very embarrassed: "Uh, I only have five yuan." I thought the shop owner would be furious: "You still buy it if you don't have money." Unexpectedly, the shop owner I waved my hand and said, "It's okay, it's just fifty cents. I'll bring it over later." I was slightly moved. Maybe you will wonder why I was moved by something as light as a feather? But as long as you think about it seriously and compare your feelings, if you are a shop owner, can you let others go so calmly? If someone owes me fifty cents, I will spare no effort to get it back, let alone a stranger, even if I am not a stranger. Good people, but that doesn't stop me from respecting good people. So I firmly believe that this shop owner is a literate person.

"Don't do evil because it's small, don't do good because it's small." This is a famous saying of Confucius. If we can do this, the level of culture will not affect us in becoming literate people. .