Write your own story essay 300 words

I'm a girl, I have a happy home, my grandma has seven grandchildren, only one granddaughter is me, and I'm the youngest, so I'm much loved by my grandma.

After my grandmother passed away, my parents decided to work in other places, so they asked me to change schools. When I first came to my grandfather's house, my grandfather and grandmother were very kind to me, but gradually they didn't like me so much.

Once, one of my classmates complained of a toothache, so I got home and got some medicine and gave it to her when I came to school in the afternoon. After school, I told my grandmother about it, and she didn't say anything, just one word, "Okay!" ”。

At the time, I didn't know what a "good" word meant, and I later learned that no matter how good a thing I did, I wouldn't get their compliments. Maybe I'm a girl, so they don't like me.

There was a boy in my uncle's family, my cousin, who was in the same class as me. I often heard my grandparents compliment him. Once, while we were eating, he was learning to play the flute there.

Grandpa said, "This little ghost! Then he smiled.

I continued, "My cousin doesn't necessarily learn to play the flute. As soon as the words fell, something unexpected happened to me - my grandmother scolded:

You can do it, you can do it! You are the most capable, the smartest, and no one can compare to you! As soon as I finished speaking, my grandfather said to me again

Why do you look down on people? People are versatile, how can they be like you! Suddenly, the big tears of the bean slid down my eyes, and I said

I** am looking down on people? My grandmother said to my grandfather, "Don't call people like her, it's in vain."

So, I put down the bowl and ran out of the kitchen, thinking: Why did my grandparents treat me like this? I'm not as good as my cousin?

Even if I'm really inferior to him, my grandparents shouldn't treat me like this!

I've never heard my grandparents compliment me, and I don't want to get compliments from them, but I don't want them to look down on me like that. Could it be that I have done something wrong and that God is going to torture me? Question marks flashed through my mind.

Every time I heard my grandparents insulting me, I would cry, and when I cried, I thought of my grandmother who had left me, and every time I said to myself, "Grandma, what kind of life did you see your granddaughter living in the spirit of heaven?" "The thought of this makes my heart feel like a pinprick in the face.

Why do I have grandma who loves me, but I can't have grandparents who love me?

I want to say to my grandparents: that woman is equal! Boys and girls are the same, what my cousin can do, I can do too, girls are no worse than boys!

Someday I'll do something that impresses them. Now they are yelling at me, and I can bear it, because I want them to know that I love them.

That's my story now, friends, tell me your story too!

A young college student, lying in a place without any color other than white, that's right, this is the hospital! There was a critical illness notice pressed under the pillow, and slowly the college student slept there forever...

The young one. He met her and moved each other's hearts, but they were too young to understand love, thinking that holding hands was an untouchable agreement, time flies, a year later in the summer, the boy has the idea of breaking up, he desperately gives up his studies and thinks that being a bad student is very superior, they rarely see each other again, the previous memory is forced to compromise, slowly stranded, he sometimes happily forgets her concern. One day, the girl went to talk to the boy, and when she saw that the boy was intimate with another girl, she accepted the fact that they broke up, and buried the story forever in her psyche.

They graduated, they each went to different cities, the girl had new friends and had her own piece of the world, she began to learn to dress up, many people revolved around her, the boy was no longer the bond of her feelings, the promise she made when she was a child has seen that no matter how beautiful love is, it will deteriorate, but what about him, he has already regretted it, but what qualifications does he have to say tired?

Four years have passed, the boy has died, the girl who was close to him found her and explained everything to her, five years ago, when they were in college, the boy knew that he had terminal lung cancer, and he didn't want to delay her, so he found her to perform with him... The girl understood everything, and every year on his death day, he would send a flower to his grave. Because the boy had given her flowers all the time, it means that he loves her with his own blood... Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, flowers without leaves, leaves without flowers, life and life are wrong...

The annihilated memories, the dusty love, the thousands of years of waiting, the cold tears, the sealed piano sound, Qianqiansu played the swan song of this moonlit night.

When <>I was a child, I liked to play in the wheat field with my friends, looking for ants, catching butterflies, chasing chickens, etc., and there were new discoveries and surprises every day. However, there was one time that surprised them. On that day, they came to a newly cultivated wheat field, where the ears of wheat stood tall and the wheat gathered densely together, as if waiting for their arrival.

They shouted as they came to an open area and began to play tricks on each other. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise, and I just wanted to ask my friends, but I saw that all of them had their mouths slightly open, and their eyes were almost falling out, and they looked behind them with a frightened face. I heard a strange howl again, and subconsciously looked back, only to see that the wheat over there was rapidly falling, and something was moving forward with its head held high.

They all came together, horrified and ashamed of their foolish behavior. As the thing got closer, it turned out to be a huge white rabbit! It jumps high and looks fun and cute.

They decided to chase after it, but it disappeared without a trace. They searched around and found the white rabbit in a bundle of wheat. They carefully grabbed the wheat away, only to find that the white rabbit was gone.

After waiting for a long time, they suddenly opened up: it turned out that the white rabbit had taught them a lesson, and they understood that they should respect nature in the field and not wantonly destroy, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Since then, we have cherished and cared for nature even more.