In daily study, work and life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. Composition is composed of words. After human thought and consideration, the literary style expresses the meaning of a theme through language organization. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? Below are the stories and compositions about me and my writing that I have collected for everyone. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Story about me and writing 1

Writing has been with me for three years. From the first grade to the third grade now, I have always regarded writing as my good friend. When I first started practicing writing, I was very scared. However, as time went by, I gradually fell in love with writing.

When I was in first grade, I almost always wrote imitations, just like a baby who had just learned to walk, walking forward cautiously and tentatively step by step. Soon, I wrote more and more articles. When the collection finally came out, we carefully selected a book called "Little Feet". This book is my first collection and my first step in writing.

When I was in the second grade, I didn’t know why. As soon as I saw the beautiful scenery, I thought of writing poetry. One day, it suddenly started snowing heavily. On the way home, I saw the beautiful scenery on the road, and I immediately opened the windows of my soul. When I got home, I quickly wrote a short poem "Spring in the Snow": "There is a flower scene in the snow, and every house is closed. The night buds bloom alone, and the solitary bird flies without a shadow. The green leaves are beautiful with frost, and the spring scenery has arrived. "Once, I read "Life" in "Lu Yao's Collected Works" written by Lu Yao. I began to think about my own life and recorded my feelings, which formed the poem "My Life".

In this way, I recorded everything I saw, heard, thought and felt, and wrote down my sorrow, happiness and friendship, as well as my parents’ love for me. in the works. At the end of the second grade, my second collection came out. It was called "Sunflower", which means "Open your heart to the light and spread joy." It recorded the trajectory of my growth.

During the summer vacation of second grade, the children and I worked together to complete a novel "Our World". Through thinking about technology, the environment, history and the future, It shows our yearning for a better future. The writing process this time made us feel the joy of collaborative creation.

Through writing, it seems as if there are more steps under my feet, and I move forward along the steps. In my writing experience, there have been many successes and many failures, but I have never backed down.

Slowly reaching the third grade, writing becomes more and more difficult. The steps under our feet seem to be getting longer and longer, but I will not give up. I will keep writing essays. I want to use the pen in my hand to record everything I have experienced one by one, and share my joy and feelings with everyone.

I love writing, integrate writing into my study and life, and let writing accompany me to grow. Story about Me and Writing 2

If you ask me what I am most happy to do in the world, I will answer without hesitation: "Reading books." Books are the spiritual food of mankind. A day without food will be very uncomfortable, let alone a day without books? Therefore, I have loved reading since I was a child. As long as I have a book in my hand, I forget to eat and sleep, and swim in the ocean of knowledge. When I read a book, it's like seeing a bowl of rice when I'm hungry, seeing a clear spring when I'm thirsty, and finding a house when I'm lost. Sometimes I didn't even hear my mother call me to eat.

The ancients also liked reading very much. Chen Shou, the author of "Three Kingdoms", said: "If there are no books in one day, everything will be barren." Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, also said: "Reading thousands of volumes, writing is like a spirit." Zhu Xi also said: "There are three ways to read. , means to know with the heart, with the eyes, and with the mouth. "It seems that the ancients also paid great attention to the method of reading!

Shakespeare once said: "Books are nutrition for all mankind." But I am a bit "over-nourished." When I checked my eyesight during the summer vacation last year, the doctor asked me to dilate my pupils, but I was not allowed to read during this period. This was a bolt from the blue. My mother said to me, "Why don't you just listen to the book." When I heard it, I immediately became energetic and said, "Listen to the book? What is listening to the book?" My mother replied, "It's when someone else reads the book to you on the computer. ."I am very happy. After that, I became obsessed with listening to books again. I listened to them while I was eating, while I was resting, and I also listened for a while before going to bed.

This is the story of me and books. I love reading books.

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The book is a tree of wisdom, waiting for us to pick countless fruits of wisdom; the book is a ship, carrying us to the ocean of knowledge; the book is a ray of light The sun warms our young hearts. I also read a lot of books and some interesting things happened in them. Below, I will introduce one of the stories to share with you.

When I was a child, there was a picture album on the bookshelf at home called "Dunhuang Mural Paintings - Selection of Patterns and Patterns for Classified Works". It was given to my mother by a good friend who studied the history of Chinese architecture.

When I was a child, I often took it out and flipped through a few pages. I thought it was very beautiful. There seem to be many stories hidden in the murals. Gods, flying gods, and bodhisattvas are all lifelike, and the colors of the paintings are also very beautiful.

I asked my mother: "What is this?" "Where is it?" "When was it painted?" "Is it still there now?" "Can we go and see it..." < /p>

Mom replied: "This is a mural." "On the Silk Road in western China, in a cave dug on the edge of a city called Dunhuang." "It began in the Southern and Northern Dynasties before the Sui Dynasty. The monk began to paint... In addition to murals, there are also colored sculptures in the Mogao Grottoes."

Every time I look at this exquisite picture album in my hand, I listen to my mother telling me about a mysterious cave in the far west. , I always dream of taking a look at these treasures left in the cave one day.

This summer vacation, our family finally decided to go on a self-driving trip to western China, and one of the destinations turned out to be Dunhuang. Before I left, I stuffed the painting album at home into my suitcase. I wanted to compare it with the book to see the difference between the real murals and the printed paintings.

Whenever I have nothing to do along the way, I will take out this book and read it for a while. So when we finally drove to the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang and waited in a long line to enter the grottoes, I was really excited. It has been my childhood dream to go to the Mogao Grottoes and see the real murals!

What I didn’t expect was that the cave was very dark, and the commentators used flashlights to shine on the murals to explain to everyone. In order to see more of the mural, I had to get very close to the wall. The real murals look much shabbier than the ones in the book, and the colors are also very dull. But even so, I was still shocked by the murals and sculptures in the cave.

There is also a famous saying: "Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." Until now, I didn't understand its meaning. I was led by a book about Dunhuang murals to travel thousands of miles to the real Dunhuang and received a perfect artistic influence. Story about Me and Writing 4

What allows us to find happiness from troubles? Yes, it’s a book.

Zhu Xi once said: There are three ways to read, namely, the heart, the eyes, and the mouth. I totally agree with this sentence, because books make me obsessed.

I remember one night when I was in second grade, the weather turned from sunny to overcast. After a while, it started raining outside, and the power went out in the house. I was very bored. After a while, my eyes quickly turned to the balcony for some reason. There was a book "Andersen's Fairy Tales" on the balcony, so I picked up the book and read it. The room was too stuffy, so I took the desk lamp my father bought me and went under the door to read. Oh, it was so cool, so I opened the book and read it with gusto. The more I read, the more obsessed I became. In the blink of an eye, I had been reading for two hours. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 10 o'clock and it was time to go to bed. I took the lamp and went to sleep in the room. In this way, I fell in love with reading.

One time, my mother finished cooking and went to buy vegetables. My mother told me to turn off the light of the electric cooker in fifteen minutes. I agreed. At this time, I was reading the book in the yard. "One Thousand and One Nights", after a while, I smelled something burnt. Oh no, the rice must have been burnt. I ran into the kitchen like an arrow. When I saw it, the rice was really burnt. I So I turned off the light of the electric pot and the rice was done. Something bad happened. My mother came back and took away my book. After taking it away, I became bored again. I stole the book back while my mother was sleeping. , and continued to look down.

"Smart Avanti", "Three Dwarfs in the Forest", "Andersen's Fairy Tales", "Aesop's Fables", etc. are all my favorites.

Books are like my friends and my relatives.

It will always be by my side, "making" me happy when I'm unhappy, and relieving my boredom when I'm sad. Classmates, do you also love reading as much as I do? Story about Me and Writing Composition 5

Time flies, like a butterfly flying over the valley; like an eagle flying over the mountains; like a stream flowing through the mountains... In the heart of memory, books are the ocean of knowledge and also Our spiritual food.

When I was three years old, I began to read the first written book in my life - "Andersen's Fairy Tales". Although there were many unknown words, with the help of my mother, I successfully read the book and read it with gusto.

When I was five years old, I began to read the four great classics: "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Journey to the West", "Water Margin", and "A Dream of Red Mansions". After reading it, I felt like I was swallowing it whole without asking for a deeper understanding! I have no choice. Who said I am a child who has not gone to school?

In the blink of an eye, I am ten years old, and I have read many books. I seem to be the protagonist in the story, happy and growing up with them. The characters in the story took me to their inner world. Their joys and sorrows, separations and separations always worried me and made me worried. It left an indelible mark on my heart.

The book is a good teacher on the road of study, taking us into the sunshine; the book is a beacon on the road ahead, guiding us in the direction of progress; the book is a guitar on the road of life , let us forget the pain of life. The books in my heart are the ladder of human progress and the nutrition of the world. Books have become a part of my life, wouldn’t you say? The Story of Me and Writing Essay 6

Books have been called "the ladder of progress", "the source of knowledge", and "the longevity fruit of human civilization" since ancient times... So, the story of me and books What will it be like?

I read a wide range of books. I like to read books on astronomy and geography, fairy tales, study guidance, etc., and write compositions about me and the books. Reading also made me understand a lot of truth: "Little Doudou by the Window". This book mainly tells the story of the author's transformation from a child who was "weird" in the eyes of others, to a child that everyone can accept through the love and care of the principal of the new school; 2. "On the Grain of Rice" "Flowers", primary school students' composition "The story of me and books". This book contains many essays, fairy tales and stories that tell truths. This book made me understand a lot of truths; 3. "Happy Elf". This book mainly tells the story of a child named Luo Xiaobu who sold his happiness to a caterpillar. From then on, he became a person who had everything but was not happy. Later, he saw the big walking banyan tree and got to know the elves in the Elf Valley... Later, he finally found his own happiness. From this book, I understood a truth: although happiness cannot be eaten, drunk, or exchanged for money, happiness is very important, no, it can be said to be extremely important.

How about it? After listening to my story about books, I also want to hear your story about books! Essay 7 about me and writing

For me, books He is my good teacher and my good friend.

When I was a child, I didn’t like reading. Every time my mother put a book in my hand, she would find various reasons to slip it away. It wasn't until I was in second grade that my head teacher, Teacher Wang, recommended that I read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that I felt the joy of reading. Zhuge Liang knew astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom, he was modest and prudent, and had the talent to govern the country and the army; Liu Bei was considerate of the people, benevolent to others, courteous to the virtuous and corporal, and accepted advice humbly, but he had no tendency to achieve great things... This set of books made me embark on a new journey. The path of books. Speaking of books, it has helped me a lot. I failed in the English unit test and was laughed at by my classmates. I was also afraid that my parents would scold me, which made me feel very bad. During lunch reading, I took an inspirational book and saw how the children in the book faced setbacks, and my unhappiness disappeared. I secretly made up my mind that I must work hard in the future and take exams more seriously. It is books, this good friend, that make me happy and make my life better.

Since I started to like reading, I can do reading questions effortlessly, write essays fluently, and can write several pages. My Chinese scores have improved all because I like reading. Books are really my good teachers.

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As the old saying goes, composition is my lifeblood. When I was a child, I couldn’t write, so my father helped me write letters to friends every day. Later, I gradually fell in love with composition and felt that life Without her, it would be boring. I remember once, when I was in the hospital, I asked my father to bring me a book. Later, my father didn’t bring it, so I ignored him. Only now, I know that my father is busy, and I feel a little sorry for him. , I will take my favorite books with me in every corner. Sometimes I wonder if I will travel all over the country looking at books. Our teacher said: "Books are mankind's friends and can accompany mankind throughout his life." ”Yes, I think so. Books are indispensable in my life. Once, there was a sudden heavy rain in the sky. I was walking with an umbrella and reading a book. As I walked, I saw a good plot. I threw the umbrella on the ground and just read the book without caring about the rain. The rain was getting bigger and bigger, but I was still reading the book with great interest. I didn't seem to notice that the umbrella had fallen. There were more and more exciting plots. I was so fascinated that I didn't even know that the umbrella was still there and that the book was also wet. It was wet. I seemed to know that the book was wet. I hid in a canteen and looked at the poor book. How wet it was by me. That was my favorite book - "One-Winged Angel" "Loneliness", I looked at the book and stuffed it back into my school bag, and took out another copy of "Ma Xiaotiao: Super Mayor". I read it with great interest. Soon after, the rain stopped and I ran back Home, my mother looked at me and said: "What's going on? It's raining like this. Where is the umbrella?" ”I said embarrassedly: “Haha, it’s raining outside. I came back from reading a book, and my umbrella, oh, by the way, the umbrella is still on the way. I was obsessed with reading and forgot the umbrella, ah Qiu, haha. ”My mother taught me a lesson and wiped my hair. Of course, this was the first thing I did when I got home, and the second thing was to write an essay. But because I caught a cold in the rain, my mother didn’t let me write, but I went against my mother’s will, and my helpless mother had no choice but to go with it. According to my wishes. Story about Me and Writing Composition 9

As the old saying goes, composition is my lifeblood. When I was a child, I couldn’t write, so my father helped me write letters to friends every day. Later, I gradually fell in love with composition and felt that life Without her, it would be boring. I remember once, when I was in the hospital, I asked my father to bring me a book. Later, my father didn’t bring it, so I ignored him. Only now, I know that my father is busy, and I feel a little sorry for him. , I will take my favorite books with me in every corner. Sometimes I wonder if I will travel all over the country looking at books. Our teacher said: "Books are friends of mankind and can accompany mankind throughout his life." Yes. I just think that books are indispensable in my life. Once, there was a sudden heavy rain in the sky. I was walking with an umbrella and reading a book. As I walked, I saw a good plot. I threw the umbrella on the ground and just read the book without caring about the rain. The rain was getting bigger and bigger, but I was still reading the book with great interest. I didn't seem to notice that the umbrella had fallen. There were more and more exciting plots. I was so fascinated that I didn't even know that the umbrella was still there and that the book was also wet. It was wet. I seemed to know that the book was wet. I hid in a canteen and looked at the poor book. How wet it was by me. That was my favorite book - "One-Winged Angel" "Loneliness", I looked at the book and stuffed it back into my school bag, and took out another copy of "Ma Xiaotiao: Super Mayor". I read it with great interest. Soon after, the rain stopped and I ran back Home, my mother looked at me and said: "What's going on? It's raining like this. Where is your umbrella?" I said embarrassedly: "Haha, it's raining outside. I came back from reading all the way. Umbrella, oh, by the way, umbrella." I was still on the way, obsessed with reading, and forgot my umbrella, ah Qiu, haha." Mom taught me a lesson and helped me wipe my hair. Of course, this was the first thing I did when I got home, and the second thing was to write an essay. But because I caught a cold in the rain, my mother didn’t let me write it, but I went against it, and my helpless mother had no choice but to go with it. According to my wishes.

I love writing. Ah Qiu! My story about writing and writing 10

Our primary school students have been learning writing since they entered school. With accumulated practice over time, every primary school student will become a little writer. As a member of a small group, I also benefited a lot. When I entered the third grade, I had already published two anthologies and a novel.

When writing the novel "A Wonderful Day in the Library", I encountered many difficulties. At the beginning, I was scratching my head as to what to write. I wanted to write not only a magical adventure story, but also interesting stories about the classmates around me. Suddenly I remembered one of my favorite novels, "The Big Monster in the Forbidden City", so I decided to write a story about the ancient mythical beast and me. However, how should I write about the interesting things that happened between me and the kissing beast in Xi'an? I thought that the kissing beast liked water, so I searched online for historical sites with water in Xi'an. I found that Xingqing Park, Qujiangchi Park and the moat all met my requirements, so I sent the kissing beast back to its ancient home and passed it through him. Look at the changes in Xi'an with your own eyes. Originally, the novel ended like this, but I remembered that Teacher Zhu once said that every story should bring people a truth. Then I thought that every time I passed by the moat, I smelled an unpleasant smell. I always had a wish to make the moat clean, so I asked the Kissing Beast in the novel to help me manage the moat and make the moat a clean one. With beauty, I finally made my wish come true in the story, and brought this beautiful wish to everyone who reads the story.

During the two years of learning writing, with the help of my teachers, I learned that writing requires us to constantly learn all kinds of knowledge, master clever writing skills, have rich imagination, and more importantly, have The accumulation of bits and pieces in life.