A dean saved a class but died.

Facing the dangerous building that is about to collapse, a PLA soldier knelt down and said, "Let me go in and save another one."

A mother stopped a stone when the building collapsed, saved her baby and finished breastfeeding for the last time before she died.

When rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit strange. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response.

When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her again, struggling to reach under the woman and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive."

After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that blocked her way. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. With his mother's protection, he was unharmed. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm.

The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt and prepare to do some tests. He found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor, who is used to seeing where you are going, shed tears at the moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears.

The girl is reading in the ruins.

Strong enough to make the teacher cry.

"Qingqing, the beautiful and studious girl, have you seen it?" At the rescue site, Chen Yizhi, the head teacher of the first class in the town middle school, was worried about a girl named Deng: in her mind, this little girl from a poor family always reads with a flashlight on her way home.

In the ruins, every time I see a student's body dug up, Chen will cry silently. "They were alive and kicking a day ago. How did they suddenly become like this? "

In the end, Deng was rescued by the rescue officers and soldiers of the Third Squadron of Armed Police Hydropower. What moved Mr. Chen and the officers and men was that when the girl was rescued, she was still reading with a flashlight in the ruins. She said, "It's dark down there. I'm scared. I am cold and hungry, and I can only relax my fear by reading books! " Her honesty, like her strength, touched all the audience. Chen burst into tears, hugged Qing Qinglian and said, "Good boy, as long as you can get out alive, it is better than anything."

Like Deng, another girl who was trapped in the ruins called, she hummed music over and over again, relying on her tenacious "piano dream" to motivate herself not to fall asleep. As a result, she won the death.

The story composition of clothes is 600 words

Today, my cousin and I went shopping to buy clothes. I used to go shopping with my mother. Today, my cousin and I act alone, so we are all very excited and happy to go out. Cousin suggested going to the pedestrian street first. When we arrived at the pedestrian street, we came to a cotton-padded clothes shop and looked in the window. Wow! There are all kinds of cotton-padded jackets in various colors and styles, and they are hung neatly one by one. Those cotton-padded jackets that are well matched and worn on models are somewhat fashionable. My cousin and I stood outside and hesitated for a while. Finally, we got up the courage to go in. The clerk in the clothing store saw us go in and received us warmly. Cousin took a fancy to a long brown coat with a belt around her waist and a hat. Cousin tried it on and suddenly looked much taller. We asked the price, and the shopkeeper shouted 150 yuan. I was blindsided when I heard this. God, it's so expensive! I don't know why, my cousin's face suddenly turned red. Seeing my cousin like this, my mind suddenly flashed the scene of my mother buying clothes. I don't know where I got the courage. I said, "It's too expensive!" Cheap, you say the lowest price, we can buy it. ""130 yuan, not less. The shopkeeper paused and said, "I am willing to give up this price just because you are students." We don't discount this style of clothes. " "120 yuan, it is not easy for me to study at home, so you are cheaper! "My cousin's voice is pleading." I also need money to buy clothes. You have to let me earn a few dollars! "The shopkeeper was unmoved by his cousin's entreaties. I couldn't hold it any longer, so I said brightly, "If you sell 100, we will sell. If you don't sell it, we'll go to another house! " The shopkeeper looked surprised and said, "Oh, little girl, my clothes are of good quality and the goods are very expensive. I don't want to sell it to you as 120 yuan. Do you want 100 yuan? " I took my cousin's arm and signaled that we were leaving. Just then, the clerk came over and said, "OK, OK, for you are students, 100 yuan will be sold to you!" " Looking at their expression of giving up what one favours reluctantly, my cousin and I smiled proudly. Today, my cousin bought the clothes she wanted. She was very happy. I am also very happy to think that my cousin's happiness has "credit".

Story composition behind ordinary articles 600 words

Success is what everyone yearns for and envies. However, behind the success, there are countless setbacks and pains. Most people only see the winner standing on the tower of success with dignity, but they can't see him climbing up the previous place.

Pain.

Someone once said, "brilliant success lies not in never failing, but in rising again and again." Some people will never come back once they are frustrated. Depression; Some people barely get up, but they are dying. Such people will never reach the realm.

This possibility. A true winner must overcome all kinds of misfortunes, take constant failure as a weapon and countless setbacks as a compass.

And those who cry about their misfortunes everywhere are the least valuable people in the world.

Behind success, there are always countless sufferings and bitterness. I remember once I got 100 in an English exam. The teacher was very happy when he praised, but do you know how much I paid? When I know that English will be tested, I always

Do exercises until 1 1 at night, and read books until 12 before going to bed. Maybe someone will ask you to study so hard after an exam? I'm telling you because I am the representative of English class! My contribution is not why, just for a success!

Schopenhauer said: "A person's holy spirit must suffer setbacks in order to have a cabin to sail smoothly in the sea, otherwise there will only be wind."

Toys! "There is a famous saying." How can you stir up beautiful waves without the obstacles of rocks? "Success is what everyone wants. Of course, if you want to succeed, you have to pay a considerable price, and you will be exposed to the wind and grass.

Wind and rain have honed our perseverance. So the seeds under the boulder are immortal, the pines and cypresses in the wind and rain are evergreen, and the darkness contains light. After suffering, it is brilliant success.

Success is brilliant, but there are countless setbacks and hardships behind it.

The story in the photo is 600 words.

In the drawer of my desk, there is a photo. There is a little girl in the photo. Her hair is short and looks like a lovely little boy. She is wearing a pink dress and a pair of colored trousers. She has a colorful jingle ball in her left hand and a red car in her right hand. Her face is sweet with a smile, like a red rose. I like this picture. Every time I do my homework, I secretly take it out and look at it several times. When you have nothing to do, take it out and look around; If the children come to play at home, I will not hesitate to show them for free. So! The lovely little girl in the photo is me, who was only three years old.

This is a sunny weekend. The sun is shining on the earth with a smile in the sky, and birds are flying around happily under the blue sky. Grandpa, grandma, mom and aunt took my brother and me to the People's Park. I want to play in the park for a long time, so I am as happy as a bird flying freely in the sky.

As soon as we entered the park gate, we saw that the shops on both sides of the road were filled with all kinds of attractive toys, including balloons, cars and bear toys ... I took a fancy to one of the balls at a glance, and there were two jingling balls on that special ball, called jingling balls. Grandpa saw that I liked it so much that he bought me one. I smiled happily. This jingle ball is colorful, white, blue, yellow and green together, colorful, very beautiful.

Then we walked forward while joking and found a car in front. These cars are really beautiful, red, yellow, blue, green, buses, vans, cars … everything. I really want to buy a car and run like the wind on the highway. How awesome! My mother saw that my brother and I like cars very much, so she bought me a red car and one or two blue cars for my brother. My brother and I took our favorite cars, sweetly said "thank you" to our mother, and walked forward happily.

Walking, a big lake appeared in front of me. There are many beautifully dressed cruise ships on the lake, and many people are sitting on them to play! Some of these cruise ships are made into naughty and clever little monkeys, some are made into noble, elegant and beautiful little swans, and some are made into honest and lovely little fat pigs ... I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to take a boat!" " "Mother nodded and said," all right! "We found a little swan cruise ship with six seats and sat down. After sitting on the boat, my mother told me, "Little Swan is very beautiful. He always looks so carefree when swimming in the water. "After that, my mother told my brother and me the story that the ugly duckling turned into a swan. Then she praised me as a lovely swan. There is a breezy breeze on the lake, and I feel like a beautiful swan swimming on the lake. That's so cool!

That day, we played until six o'clock in the afternoon and reluctantly left the People's Park. When I left, I took a photo in a colorful place, so I left the photo I liked at the beginning of this article.

An article with a story in my family, a composition of 600 words.

Smile, like a bud in bud. Sincerity and kindness are permeated with moving fragrance in the smile. Smiling style contains rich connotations. This is a power to stimulate imagination and enlighten wisdom. In a prosperous period, a smile is a reward for success. In adversity, smile is the physical therapy of trauma.

Did we forget to smile today? Today, we are drowned in the noise of the world. Once upon a time, a smile warmed people's hearts. Once upon a time, a smile will never be forgotten. Do you understand that laughter is the most beautiful language in the world, the tacit understanding of the world, harmonious, beautiful, bright and happy? We cannot give up smiling. Giving up smiling is the soul of communication, the happiness of life and the wealth of our ancestors. People who don't laugh are like walking dead, life is meaningless and life is no longer brilliant. Therefore, we can't give up smiling.

Smile can convey friendship, it makes people feel warm spring breeze, makes people listen to sweet music, creates a peaceful and leisurely environment, and embodies the cultural accomplishment of our peace-loving Chinese nation. Smile is confidence in the future. Smile in the face of wind and rain, not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, despise difficulties and obstacles, and firmly believe in winning. Smiling reflects our optimism. No matter how fast the situation changes, no matter the danger ahead is unknown, we all laugh it off and overcome the difficulties with optimism. Smiling reflects our excellent accomplishment of keeping a good attitude. Smile, regardless of season, regardless of north and south, as long as there are people, the flower of smile will bloom. When you are disappointed, smiling can help you rebuild your confidence; When you are sad, a smile can warm your cold heart; When you are frustrated, a smile can make you raise the sail of life again.

Smiling at others can send friendly messages and promote friendly exchanges between people. Facing life with a smile can maintain physical and mental health and promote the good development of living conditions. Smiling at society can melt the ice between people and promote the formation of a good social atmosphere. Smiling during the game can adjust the mentality and promote the extraordinary display of strength.

600 words

Today is my mother's birthday. I want to give my mother a present. What should I give her?

I took the fifty dollars that my father quietly gave me last time and walked on this bustling street. The dazzling array of goods in the street attracted me, and I just wanted to buy my mother a gift that would make her happy and satisfied.

I stopped in front of a card shop. Mild autumn sunshine shines on the hairpin in the window through the glass window. These hair clips inlaid with precious stones are shining with colorful light in the sun. It suddenly occurred to me that I met Aunt Sun in my mother's office the other day. She said, "Your mother and daughter have the same hairstyle!" Her words inspired me why I didn't buy a fancy hairpin for my mother.

I asked the shopkeeper to buy me some hair clips. Usually my mother doesn't wear heavy makeup. She always wears no makeup and is simple and generous. So my eyes fell on a black hairpin inlaid with jewels. At the price tag, it's no more, no less, exactly fifty yuan. What a coincidence! I can't afford it if the price is higher. I happily paid the money and hurried home by bus, hoping that my mother would see this exquisite hairpin soon.

As soon as I came in, my mother sat on the sofa and knitted me a sweater. The floor she just mopped is still wet. Yes, my mother is busy every day. Even after finishing housework, she is always knitting sweaters to knit the warmth of winter for me.

"Have a rest, Mom!" I took the wool from my mother, put it down, and then turned her head to one side.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to be a hair stylist today, and I want to get a good-looking hairstyle for my mother."

"Ha ha! You can be a hair stylist. Don't outsmart yourself! My natural hairstyle looks better than any hairstyle. "

"Just make sure you are satisfied then." As I spoke, I combed a quarter of my mother's hair with a prepared comb, and then clamped my long hair with this black hairpin. I saw the jewels on the hairpin of the waterfall's black hair shining with colorful light, as if they were icing on the cake. It's beautiful.

"You can look in the mirror."

My mother went to the mirror curiously and looked at the hairpin in the mirror sideways. First she was surprised, then she was surprised.

"Where did it come from?"

"Today is your birthday, of course, I bought it for my mother."

Mom opened her eyes wide in surprise, then took the hairpin off her head and studied it carefully, but she immediately smiled happily.

"* * grow up, how sensible! Mom is so happy today! "

I combed my mother's hair again and looked at this beautiful hairpin on her head. My mother and I both showed beautiful smiles.

Write a personal story of about 600.

I have a patient person who doesn't like to argue and doesn't talk much.

Once, my father didn't go to work, and as a result, I didn't see some dirty clothes piled up in the bathroom, and my mother scolded me severely.

That morning, after he got up, he had a big breakfast and then went to work as usual. When he came to the factory, the people there said to him, "Lao Zhan, there is nothing to do today, so the director said it was a holiday." You can go home and have a rest. "He went home to rest. Because he was too tired from work in those days, he went to bed when he got home He didn't get up until two in the afternoon. I went to the kitchen and made some food myself. Then he went to work in the fields. He pulled weeds, drained water and fertilized the fields ... he didn't go home to cook until half past four. At five o'clock, my mother went home. He saw my father cooking at home and asked, "Why are you home so early today?"? ".Is it a rest? "Dad said," Yes. There was no work in the factory today, so I took a day off. " At this time, my mother saw that the dirty clothes in the bathroom were not washed, and she flew into a rage and shouted loudly, "What, are you off today?" What did you do at home? Why don't you wash these dirty clothes? Tell me honestly what are you doing? "Dad didn't say a word, just silently cooking and cooking. Mom was even more angry and cursed even more. But dad just doesn't talk or explain. I think my father has a good temper, so I said to my mother, "I came home from school and saw my father working in the field." You can go to the field to see if what I said is true. "Mom really went outside to have a look in the field. When I got home, my anger disappeared and I said shyly to my father, "That's very kind of you. Why didn't you tell me the truth? "It is best to be a child. I'm not wrong about you. Have something to say to me later. " Dad still didn't say anything, just a simple and honest smile.

People there say that my father is an honest man with a good temper. My father is such a person.

A story printed in my heart, 600 words! Composition!

The past is like smoke, but I still remember it vividly. It always reminds me to be a tolerant person.

I remember it was a winter, the cold wind was blowing hard, and the small trees on the roadside swayed gently with the breeze. Walking on the road, I couldn't help reaching into my pocket and shrinking my neck into the neckline. I can't wait to go to bed at once! At this time, the familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes. It's her, the aunt who always pushes the car to bring delicious breakfast to people in the cold and hot summer.

It's so cold, why did she come out to sell breakfast? At this time, a disheveled young man came from a distance and said gruffly, "Hey, a bag of soybean milk." Aunt smiled and said, "OK, another steamed bun or steamed stuffed bun?" "No need." The young man said coldly. Aunt picked a bag of warm soybean milk and told her, "Young man, take it!" " "The young man seems to be absent-minded. As soon as he took it, the bag of soybean milk fell to the ground with a bang. "What's wrong with you! "The young man shouted. Without saying anything, the aunt bent down, picked up the bag in the trash can, took a bag of new soybean milk, cut a small mouth in the upper left corner with scissors, inserted a straw and handed it over enthusiastically: "Take it!" The young man took the soybean milk, paid the money and walked away silently. I went over and asked, "Aunt, it was obviously that young man was wrong just now. Why did you buy him that bag of soybean milk? " "It doesn't matter if you do it yourself." Aunt said.

What a simple language and a kind heart. Yes, if my aunt wasn't more tolerant, friendly and kind, how could things end like this? Everything is that this aunt doesn't care about personal gains and losses, and she doesn't care about other people's attitudes. She is a warm-hearted and kind person!

This incident left a deep impression on me. Every time I think about it, I think of that aunt. I thought, when I grow up, I want to be like her!

A 600-word story

A: The story of XX is 600 words.

A growing story

My childhood is colorful, it is like a book, recording the ups and downs of my childhood; It is like a shining star, shooting and recording the happy time of my childhood; It is like a small wooden boat, accompanying me in childhood stories.

My childhood was colorful, sometimes I was shy, sometimes I was angry, sometimes I was calm, and sometimes I was happy!

Just say one thing. My composition class was late on Saturday, and my father came to pick me up. After writing my composition, I waited quietly for my father's arrival. Sitting there is not boring. You see, I became a little teacher in the fifth and sixth grades, sitting there listening to the teacher carefully. Problems that teachers should pay attention to when writing compositions. "There is a beautiful woman on the stage, the camera should focus on her, and the audience under the stage should also take pictures." "So I said this example is one aspect of writing. Students, do you know what this is called? " There was silence in the classroom. No one raised his hand, and the teacher's face suddenly became a little gloomy. At this critical moment, my head suddenly became flexible. I answered loudly without thinking, "point-to-surface combination." The teacher blushed faster than turning pages. Applause for this third-grade classmate. Thunderous applause came to me. I am ashamed to death, but my heart is secretly.

In our class, I am neither stupid nor smart. When you are smart, you can answer all the difficult questions, and when you are stupid, you can compare with pigs! But I am a little doctor in our group. In the past, a female classmate and a male classmate in our group always liked to quarrel, all of which were trivial things. After class, I always pull them aside and start educating them like a chicken pecking at rice. Over time, the students in the group got used to me. Whenever that classmate quarrels again, I will rise to the challenge and educate them that it is not good to do so.

Careless childhood is full of children's breath, childhood, it is in the waves, it is in the blue sky, it is in the wet soil, it is in the beautiful night sky, a beautiful childhood, it is in our hearts.

Write a 600-word composition and hide a story in the object.

The more people praise it: "bees, withered, bowed their heads." Summer is coming, and Setaria tells Rose, "Don't even think about it, bee."

Every morning, it arranges its petals: "I'm new here.

It even thinks that the sunshine brought by the sun in the sky is for it alone? "The bee ignored him and flew away:" What are you? At night, the moon in the sky illuminates it alone. Have you ever seen a more beautiful flower than me? You often shuttle among flowers. "Rose theory.

I ignored the green bristlegrass, because the weather will get drier and drier, and the roses don't have enough water: "Butterfly, you still want to be good friends with me." Setaria said politely.

After a while, the bird passed by it, and it was still fragrant, otherwise there wouldn't be enough water for you to absorb, it said to the green bristlegrass. The rose felt that she must be ashamed to talk to it: "bird, so it became more proud." Birds and butterflies have flown away.

One day, it suddenly found an ugly green bristlegrass growing next to it. You've been to many landlords, and there hasn't been a drop of rain for two months. They usually pick them everywhere.

Rose shouted, "Dear, let the rich fragrance of flowers spread further?" "The bird ignored it and couldn't help lowering its head to smell its fragrance. After a while, another butterfly flew: "Summer is coming, I hope. "

We can be good friends. Insufficient moisture, also called.

Hey, have you seen my beautiful flowers? They flew away. Another bee flew in. You must have seen many flowers grow a very beautiful rose in the garden. "Setaria is very sad. Whenever someone comes here, stay away from me and think they are the most beautiful flowers in the world? " The butterfly ignores it, the more proud it is, and then cries, "Ah! This rose is not only beautiful: "you are ugly, it will cry, it is proud, and Setaria is busy every day." "

Take deep root. Have you ever seen a more beautiful flower than me? Summer is coming. Do you want to dig deep into your roots or get busy dressing yourself up? "Ross said in disgust.