① A 300-word essay on what happened between me and my classmates

Classmates are our confidants when we are sad, our pistachios when we are sad, and also when we encounter difficulties. People who extend their hands to help us.

I remember it was a Friday. I took the Chinese language test in the morning and I scored 60 points. Because I was unhappy, I lay on the table and cried. At this time, Li Yaru came over gently and comforted me and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam. Just try your best in the future!" After hearing what she said, I became so angry that I yelled at her angrily: "Yes. Ah, you have passed the exam! You go, you go, I don’t need you to care, and I don’t want to see you! "At this time. She walked away knowingly. When I saw her leaving, I hugged her and cried. At some point, I raised my head and saw a box of biscuits and a bottle of mineral water on the table. Maybe it was because I cried for a long time, but my stomach sang "Empty City Strategy". So, I ate without thinking about anything. Just when I was about to finish eating, I found a small note in the cookie box. I hurriedly took out the note, opened it and read it: It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam, try harder next time; it doesn't matter if you scold me, I will scold you next time; it doesn't matter if you eat, the friendship will continue as usual. After reading this note, I laughed. At this time, I also noticed the big bright eyes looking at me from outside the crack of the door...

Through this incident, I learned to cherish the friendship between classmates. You are happiest when you have friends by your side

② School essay: The most impressive thing in school, 300 words urgent essay

Mo Xiangli

Mo Li, Mo Li. Don't leave us in our lives.

There have been so many strange lives, but we just missed them and even had the chance to look at each other. Let the writing of life always remember the warm sunshine that ignited the soul.

Now I don’t know how many days I have not returned to Zhongshan’s classroom. Missing, missing, my heart is as hard as still water, with little light ripples. Thinking back to the green desktop, I still want to touch the lines that look like annual rings. I also want to put my hands on it and put the book on it. I close my eyes and think back to the teacher’s bright smile on the podium. The beautiful voice, and the sound of reading in the classroom... Next year this empty classroom will be full of people, but it won’t be us anymore...

I recall the image on the teacher’s desk Stacks of exercise books, with red pen marks mixed in them, are the teacher’s hard work and sweat, and another way of expressing their love for us. It is speechless but has greatness. No matter where we go in the future, the teacher’s concern will be with us. , in my heart.

The rehearsal hall that was full of sound before has now become quiet, as if I was asleep, waiting for others to wake me up. I closed my eyes again, and a burst of music sounded in my ears, ah , it’s a temple fair, the cheerful rhythm gently touches my dusty heartstrings, slowly playing the most beautiful notes in my life. It seems to remind me of the sweat I left in the rehearsal hall, and all the hard work I put in was not in vain. We have won numerous awards and become famous in the world. I like to help and teach each other when rehearsing with my classmates. I like that. A happy feeling.

An extravagant hope, a tragedy, who thinks about who?

A call, a hope, who is waiting for return?

One shirt tree, one campus, who wants to have no regrets?

Whose eyes are wet with this sentence of goodbye after graduation? The clouds are deep and the moon is shining brightly. The young man returns with his talents. Please listen. When the students from Zhongshan return, they will repay Zhongshan and the country as the pillars of the country.

There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. I know this deeply, but I can’t help myself and shed tears alone. After a pause, I said to myself: Let’s live up to our talents and travel the world, let’s stand together and move forward bravely! Nakasugi! You and I have never been separated.

③ A 300-word essay about the story of my teacher and me

What happened to my teacher and me was like a bright sky during the time I was in contact with the teacher ;Everything that happens is like a little star twinkling in the eye. Among them, one star shines the brightest: it happened when I was in first grade. One day at noon, I went home for dinner. I felt sick to my stomach on the way, and then I stumbled home and couldn't even eat. My mother saw that my stomach hurt so much, so she hurriedly carried me to the hospital. It was already 2 o'clock when we arrived at the hospital, and it was already 3:30 after registering, seeing a doctor, and getting medicine. School was already over. I thought: "It's done. I still don't know about the homework. How should I hand it in tomorrow! Besides, I didn't ask for leave from the teacher, so what should I do?" After I got home, I wanted to call my classmates to ask, but the phone book I can't find it again. Alas, it's all my fault that I'm usually too careless. Tomorrow morning, I came to school with an uneasy mood. In the second class, the teacher said that students would be reviewed in person, and whoever's name was called would come up with their homework. I thought: "It's over, I will definitely be criticized." More and more people were called, including the classmate in front of me. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and waited for my name to be called. Three minutes passed, and the teacher didn't speak. Five minutes passed, and the teacher finally spoke: "Classmate ×××, come up!" Ah, it's not me, could it be... After class, I walked into the teacher's office gently to explain to the teacher After explaining why I didn’t turn in my homework and didn’t ask for leave, the teacher said to me kindly: “It doesn’t matter. The reason why the teacher didn’t call you during the interview was because I knew you would take the initiative to admit your mistakes to me, right?” Yes” I replied. "But don't forget to ask for leave if you get sick in the future!" "Okay, teacher, I understand, thank you teacher." At noon, the teacher used the break time to make up for the class I missed yesterday. At that moment, I listened very carefully and carefully. At that time, I saw that the teacher was not as strict as usual, but became more gentle. Although this thing is a small thing, it left a deep impression on my heart. The teacher is like a hard-working gardener nurturing us seedlings. The teacher has given us too much. I will remember every word the teacher said, and I will always remember the tolerance the teacher gave me.

④ Looking for a 300-word composition about campus stories

There are many things on campus.

There are big things and there are small things.

At this time, the most ordinary and common things are two things: studying and clearing snow.

Why should these two things be connected? The reason is simple: when students talk about studying, the first thing that comes to mind is homework and exams, and the second thing that comes to mind is the teacher. When clearing snow at school, it is also the teacher who guides the students and leads the work. It can be seen that there is an intermediary between these two things.

Studying is nothing more than learning a section, taking a test, studying a section, and taking a test again. Just like when you're grilling fish, grill it, baste it with oil; grill it, turn it over, and sprinkle it with some pepper. In the end, I passed the exam and it’s the finals here.

Just in time for the mid-term exam, I, an "old farmer" who has never entered the "palace" (East Multimedia) several times in my life, actually entered for the first time? ! What a joy in my heart! No, you have to be careful when you come here, don't let others make fun of you. So I didn't dare to move during the exam, I didn't dare to move after the exam, and I didn't even dare to go to the toilet. During the exam, I glanced left and right; after answering the paper, I looked again. When I saw that no students or teachers were paying attention, I focused on the table. Although the sound was not loud and my head didn't hurt, several people were glaring at me with their eyes. At this moment I knew: I was still in trouble!

It’s November and it’s snowing.

It usually snows, first with some sleet, then light snow, or moderate snow, then heavy snow, and then two blizzards and the winter is over. But this time the snow was different. After shedding a few tears, I started to get angry. I grabbed a basin and scooped up a basin of snow and threw it on the ground like crazy! In the blink of an eye, the whole earth was covered with winter coats.

At this time, I thought: You said this snow would be so angry when he saw his own excrement being worn as a cotton-padded jacket by others! It seemed that I was right, the snow was falling even harder.

At this time, a scene appeared in my mind: It was dark, and we arrived at school. The teacher began to instruct the students to clear the snow. Students laughed from time to time below. Xue, who had fallen asleep after being tired from splashing snow, was awakened by the laughter. I thought: Damn people! ! You made me angry and still laughed. Isn't the punishment for you not enough? ! So I started to splash again and again with all my strength, and the snow began to fall endlessly...

It can be seen that this snow is not easy to mess with. If we make her angry, will she stop giving us snow on Christmas? That would be boring... Ah, it was another sunny Monday. I walked into the classroom with my schoolbag on my back. I was extremely excited when I thought that it was my turn to be the monitor on duty, but I was also worried that those naughty guys would make trouble for me. . I thought with worry: Maybe they will be better behaved. But duty is difficult, the difficulty lies in... Noon came, and my work began. The preparation bell had just rang, and there was only a burst of sound in the classroom. The rustle of writing. I thought that this duty was half successful. But how could I know that a greater disaster was yet to come. First, a few talkative kings secretly began to whisper and discuss. Gradually, they blatantly They got up and started talking loudly. At the slightest sign of disturbance, they started talking about each other, and along with the unpleasant screams, they took the lead in making trouble. Helpless, in order to resist the attack of the noise army, I had to pick up the pointer, bang on the podium hard, and learn to The soprano of the teacher said loudly: "You people will only show off your madness when the teacher is not around; sit down as soon as the teacher comes. You are really, really, really two-faced! But I am still a paper tiger after all. Even the high decibels could not withstand the invasion of the army. I continued to yell: "You are still talking, you really want to rebel!" ah? Some made faces and continued talking. Slowly, some senior comedians also participated enthusiastically. They made faces, sang songs, read cartoons, and acted like clowns. Some of the Note Kings were afraid that I would see them talking, so they used notes to pass around. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I roared and screamed at a higher decibel level. Several generals couldn't stand it anymore and quickly withdrew. Under my infrasound that was enough to shatter glass, several generals had no choice but to surrender and give up. I thought I had calmed down the storm, but little did I know that another wave would arise before it calmed down. At the call of a few brave boys, the hornet's nest was opened again. At this time the situation became out of control. I couldn't bear it any longer and resorted to my trump card - remembering names. But no matter what I do, they are always noisy. With the support of the funny king, the quarrel master, and the cry-nosed king, the voices are getting louder and louder, and you have to remember and remember, anyway, I am not afraid of your humming attitude. Having lost my trump card, I helplessly showed my hands to several class cadres, shrugged and said, "What should I do next?" Then the teacher came in. As soon as he entered the classroom, the classroom became silent. Looking at the big and small kings, they all sat upright. The teacher saw the mess in the classroom just now and criticized me severely. I am a mute and eat Coptis chinensis - I can't tell you the pain! I thought: I have convinced these kings of our class today.

Today, I feel sour, depressed, and wronged. I walked on the playground, and only the gray playground accompanied me in my loss. Suddenly, a teardrop fell on my lips. I can't feel what it smells like, and I don't know what it feels like in my heart. I let out a long breath, and waves of annoyance flooded into my heart.

All in all, today's work ended in my disastrous failure, which can only be described in 4 words ----- miserable! My campus life is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy... In short, my campus life is full of flavors and colorful.

Let’s talk about acidity first, acidity is an inevitable part of life. I am well-known in my class. Teachers from various subjects trust me very much. They always assign me some tasks. Sometimes I am so busy that I can’t breathe. When I get angry, sometimes I have to jog to save time when I go to the toilet. Some classmates say that I can’t hold back my pee. It’s really dumbfounding.

Besides, in school, I have teachers who love me deeply. They lead me to swim happily in the ocean of knowledge. Under their hard work and careful care, I am healthy day by day. Growing up is such a blessing. In school, I also have a group of very good friends who trust me, help me, understand and support me, which makes me feel touched and warm. I am so happy!

Looking at my suffering, in the eyes of others, I am a very happy person. This is not surprising, because I am an excellent student. Excellent students will always be praised by teachers. , will always make the students envious. But who knows my difficulties? As an excellent student, you must do your best in everything, such as examinations, labor, discipline... You must be careful in everything. If you are not careful, your reputation will be ruined. Although there is no consistent winning champion in the world, you still have to remind yourself from time to time, how difficult it is!

I can’t finish my campus life at once. I love my campus life, and I love my teachers and classmates even more.

⑤ 300-word campus story

Father

I am like a seed, implanted in the soil of father’s love

Used to warmth The arms don’t want to grow

He said

Above the soil

There is the brightest sunshine

So I carried my father’s expectations

I dug out of the soil and smelled the fragrance of flowers and grass

One day I carried the dream I described with my youth

I wanted to wander far away

He said

Don’t forget the appearance of your mother

It was I who let time steal his black hair

It was I who let time steal his health

It was me who allowed the dusk to easily lengthen his back

He tasted the hardships of life silently and alone

Watching his son grow up little by little is the best compensation.

Without the sadness of getting older little by little and heading towards the end

One day, I will bury him

in front of his grave,

Singing

Mother

I am a red bean, put into my mother's heart

Her waiting at the intersection on a rainy night

Through the rain curtain

I understood her eyes

Holding her right hand

The cold was left far behind

I wish I were a silkworm

Eat her hidden sorrow bit by bit

My self-righteous maturity

Dig a chasm myself

Turning a blind eye to her loneliness sitting on the wicker chair

I said I was going to travel far

To use vicissitudes of pen and ink

to change the world Put it on my paper and trace the possession of maternal love at will

I made the mistake of squandering

I returned home wrapped in fatigue

Holding Her porridge

Carefully swallowing her silent tenderness

Looking at the wrinkles carved by life in the corners of her eyes

Suddenly understanding

Her youth slipped away in such a hurry

Like a thief frightened by me

My birth was a conspiracy

In my previous life, I thought It must be my old enemy

In this life, she is so haggard and thin for me

Time is a ruthless curse

It has brought her white hair and peace The folds of life

Finally one day

Touching my head tremblingly

Choosing eternal silence

Mother

In the next life

We will still be mother and son

Then let me be your mother

All the pain, all the mistakes, all the things

Let me bear it alone

⑥ A 300-word essay on the love story between my classmates and I

The boy and the girl quarreled. Early in the morning, the girl broke up and the boy burst into tears. With tears streaming down her face, she asked why. The girl said: "You are a stupid person who doesn't understand romance at all. I gradually don't like you anymore. Don't force me. We have been together for so many days. It is happiness for you and for me." It's sad. You have been happy for so long and you should be satisfied. There is still a long road ahead and we must go! "The boy didn't speak. He froze in place and used his mobile phone to send a text message to the girl who was only a few feet away: I will always love you. Even if you don't love me anymore, I will still love you. This is the last thing I can give you. The girl looked at her phone, smiled, and replied: Don't be stupid! Then she turned around and entered the school without looking back!

When I wasn't going to school, I hid at home and looked in the mirror and said, "You are so stupid!" This was for myself and for the girl! During the evening self-study, 10 minutes before 9 o'clock, the girl's phone vibrated, and the boy sent a text message: Lend me 5 minutes to be my girlfriend. I still have one wish that I haven't fulfilled, and I won't give in. The girl pondered for a while and replied that it was okay. The boy's text message came again: Look out the window in 5 minutes, I will give you all my love, don't reply.

The girl was both curious and scared. She didn’t understand what all love meant. These five minutes were so long. The past scenes all appeared before the girl’s eyes. The warmth given by the boy on a rainy day, the warmth he gave when he was sick. The medicine the boy skipped school to buy for her, the boy's legs that were crushed when she was asleep, the boy running away in a panic, the figure of the boy running on the road... there were many, many. The love and care the boy gave her was something that no one else could give her. ! "Wow, the fireworks are so beautiful!" The students in the classroom looked out the window at the chaotic fireworks in the sky. "Who is it for? If you give it to me, I will marry her!" The girl's deskmate looked at the fireworks and giggled! Buzzing... The girl's cell phone rang again: You forgot what day it is today, September 14th, the two and a half years we have been together. I bought this firework a month ago and planned to give it to you. Give it to you. It's a surprise for you, now, no need, I hope you like it! The girl looked at the fireworks outside the window, bursting into tears, and hurriedly ran back to the playground. She saw a boy sitting on the ground smoking a cigarette on the basketball court not far behind the fireworks! The girl's heart throbbed and she realized that she was still deeply in love with this fool! "I'm sorry, I forgot today..." "Needless to say, five minutes are up and the fireworks are almost over. It's time for me to leave." The boy interrupted Xian Huan's explanation. "Didn't you say this morning that you would always love me? I want you to love me only from now on until you die!" The girl cried and fell to the ground, clutching her stomach. "What's wrong? Your stomach hurts again? I told you before, don't eat randomly. The medicine is in your schoolbag. It's the second bag on the left in the front zipper. Don't mix it with cold medicine. I took the wrong anti-inflammatory medicine! I'm leaving. , you broke the promise we made two years ago, so I have to break the promise we made this morning! I'm sorry, I'm leaving!" The boy ran away in a hurry, he was afraid, he was afraid that his unfulfilled tears would fall in front of the girl. ! The girl fell to the ground again, shouting: "I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong, forgive me!" She knew very well that in this world, the person who could love her so deeply and take care of her so much, There is only one boy! In this life, who else but the boy would love her so much? Does this kind of love still need to be romantic? Finally, the girl fainted from crying on the playground!

The next day, the boy committed suicide by taking medicine, and the girl received the boy's last words in the hospital. Popsicle: Didn’t you say that I can only love you? I did it, I loved you deeply when I left this world! Please pay more attention to your health in the future and don't get sick again. Please forgive me for leaving! If I can't stay by your side all my life, then I might as well become a miserable bubble. I am much more fragile and powerless than you think. Take care of yourself when I'm gone and learn to grow up. I will love you deeply in another world! After reading the letter, the girl stopped crying and smiled. She was proud to have such a boy like her. She closed her eyes and lay down. From then on, she never opened her eyes again. The hospital white The bed sheets were stained red by the girl's wrists. The girl left the hospital after resuscitation failed. The cause of death was excessive bleeding. She used the apple-peeling knife to lightly cut her wrist.

When the nurse was cleaning up the ward, she found a letter written by a girl, but the recipient was the girl herself! Popsicle: Besides boys, who else can love you so much in your life? How are you going to live without him? I have no courage, I have no courage to continue living in this world, wait for me, I am looking for you, in this life, in the next life, in the next life... I will only marry you for eternity and eternity! Boy, don't go, I love you... Complete article

The most romantic love is actually ordinary love. I yearn for this kind of love, but I can't get it despite my life, and we can stay together forever. Helplessly drunk in lovesickness! I hope everyone will cherish the love in front of them. If there is a boy (girl) who is willing to give everything he or she has for you, please grab it and don’t let go. Once you miss it, you will never have it again in this life...~~

⑦ Find an essay of about 300 words titled "The Story of Our School"

Dynamic test

"Did you know there is a test in the afternoon?"

Look! Before the exam, Xiao Li was shaking his head and looking at the example questions; Xiao Liang was struggling to memorize the definition of a long answer; Xiao Zhi and Xiao Hui were having a "war of words" over the solution to a question...

After the exam, there is always a group of people surrounding the marking teacher, watching secretly, and from time to time saying to the classmates around them: "Hey, you are wrong on this question."

There is often a group of people who find other students' papers among the papers marked by the teacher and "find faults" word for word, for fear that others will score higher than themselves.

Are the intense tension before the exam and the emphasis on scores after the exam something new for those of us who were cynical in the past?

The competition for the test mixed with passion ignited the competitive spirit among the students.

The days of the third grade of junior high school, although "troublesome", are also "fresh and fresh". There are many new things that we have not experienced yet and they are coming.

The 'fresh' dawn bites through the lips of the dark night on the third day of the Lunar New Year, leaving the dawn in the sky.

We faced the morning light and flew in the long sky on the third day of the third year of junior high school.

⑧ The story of me and... (300 words)

Chapter 1: The story of me and books [300 words]

Books are the ladder of human progress , is the source of knowledge. I have many books of all kinds, which have broadened my horizons and given me endless knowledge.

One Friday afternoon, my mother gave me a set of "The Adventures of Tintin". After I got the book, I couldn't wait to open it and read it with gusto. Before I knew it, half an hour passed, and I heard my mother calling: "It's time to eat!" I said dismissively: "I'll watch for a while, I'll be here soon!" After a while, my mother said eagerly: " Hurry up, the food is getting cold." I had no choice but to walk to the dining table. After finishing my meal, I ran to the study and started reading. Mom asked strangely: "Why did you eat so little today?" I replied: "I haven't finished reading the book yet!" Mom had to say to Dad: "He is such a little book lover!"

From then on, I would watch it for a while before going to bed every night, and sometimes I would take it to school to watch.

Books are my good partners and teachers. I learned a lot of knowledge from books and got to know the beautiful world. Books are my eternal friends.

Chapter 2: My story with books [300 words]

Every weekend, my mother and I go to the children's library to borrow books. I was so excited to see the bookshelf filled with all kinds of books. There is "The Legend of White Snake", "The Legend of Yue Fei", "Journey to the West", "Hundred Family Surnames", and "Andersen's Fairy Tales"... My favorite is "Pinocchio". I borrow it and read it at home. .

The author of the book "Pinocchio" is Carlo. Collodi's book has many touching plots in the story. I felt Pinocchio's hard work in searching for his father, and I also saw the cunningness of the fox and the cat, and I also saw Pinocchio touching the farmer with his sincere heart.

I want to learn Pinocchio’s spirit of never giving up.

In fact, I didn’t like reading very much at first. Later, I saw the famous saying “If you read thousands of volumes, you will be like a god when writing”, which made me deeply enlightened. I want to improve my composition level and awareness by reading books.

I am now an inseparable good friend from books. It not only enriches my knowledge, but also allows me to find the joy of childhood in reading!

Chapter 3: My story with books

[300 words]

In the past, I always loved reading comic books. My mother often advised me: " The most exciting stories are often in words.” I don’t think so.

On the weekend afternoon, my mother wanted to take me to the bookstore to read, but I wanted to stay at home and watch TV. My mother pretended to be mysterious and said: "Let's go to the bookstore to make money!" "Really? I I don’t believe it!” I pouted, but still followed my mother to the bookstore. The variety of books in the bookstore was dazzling. I picked a detective novel and went to the cafe area of ??the bookstore to start reading.