on sunday morning donny went into the yard and played with a dog. sometimes a bird would come down to stay on the top's of the dog's house. then donny threw a stone at it.

suddenly the little boy began crying. mother ran to donny and asked him what was wrong.

he said, "i've broken sister's plate. she has beaten me." "why?" "i threw it at a bird, and it went straight to the plate."

such was my naught brother.

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my father is very busy on work everyday. he leaves home every morning before i get up. and then he will have a whole day work. sometimes he doesn’t have time to have dinner with me. but every night he will tell fairy tales for me before i fall asleep. he never stopped doing this. so, on the bookshelf of my room, there are many fairy tales books and most of them are not new. every night reading time is the happy time for my father and me.

英语故事类作文篇3

maybe not considered the most important part of head,hair, in my opinion, is at least the most eye catching one, except for those who are bald, like ge you. anyway, hair plays an in dispensable role in our life, and sometimes it can offer us a lot of fun. actually, i myself have several interesting experiences related to hair and would like to share them with you all.

the first story happened when i was eight. at that time, i was so boyish that every afternoon during the summer holiday i was seen disporting with a crowd of boys in the fierce sunlight,which gave me a precious gift, a bronze complexion. to make things worse, my hair was rather short, even shorter than most of the boys, just some one inch. one day, following my mother,i went to a department store to buy a pair of sports shoes. there were a variety of shoes of different colors and styles standing on the shelves. at once, i caught sight of a black pair with some silver streaks on its instep. then i showed them to my mother,"what a wonderfu pair!""not bad", mother said, "but i think they are for boys." obviously, the saleswoman overheard our conversation, she came up to us and recommended the pair i chose, and with a radiant smile, she added, "this pair is especially suitable for the active boys just like you." my mother and i couldn＇t help laughing, and i had to protest, "thank you, mad am, but i am a girl." she was genuinely shocked and touched my short hair unbelievingly. even when we left with a pair of girlish shoes, she still had doubts about my gender.

from then on, i had to wear a hairpin to demonstrate that i am a girl. and as time passed, i broke the old saying, "the longer your hair is, the less sensibility you have." when i was in senior middle school, i already had a long plait tied back. my classmate and neighbor nancy also has long straight hair. since the beautiful princesses in the movie always have shining wavy hair, we both longed for the hairstyle and decided to do it ourselves. one saturday afternoon, we attempted to carry out our great plan, but it turned out to be a disaster. to begin with, we divided our hair into several strands and combed them neat.then we carefully rolled up every strand and fixed them with hairpins. the most important step is to cover the hair with a hot towel so that the stream could change our straight hair into the fashionable wavy style. after that both of us sat still on the chairs, afraid to ruin our perfect work. at last one hour passed,we couldn＇t wait to appreciate our new image. we pulled down the towel, removed the hairpins and rushed to the mirror. "oh.my god! how terrible!" we both cried. the hair winded disorderly and defied all our efforts to make them tidy. the whole thing was a mess. we looked at each other helplessly and wondered what to do. at the very moment, my mother came home and was really amused by our funny so called wavy hair. luckily, a magical thing came to our rescue, the vinegar. plunged into the mixture of water and vinegar, our hair got straightened and no longer winded together.

of course, hair means a lot more. the dyed black of the elderly can demonstrate their vigor and optimism, while the shining green hair of a cool guy shows off his pioneer spirit. and in the most renowned short story of o＇henry, the gift of the magi, tara sold her beautiful brown hair to buy her husband a golden chain as the christmas present, which moves thousands of readers to tears. to some extent, hair is a symbol of lifestyle and the philosophy of life.

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the way of life is progressive. it always goes along the incline of the infinite mental triangle. nothing can stop him. what is life? life is a very valuable thing, only once. plants of different life can be regenerated, but human life can never be second times. there are many people who love life, such as: zhang haidi, rusty, etc..

today, i want to introduce a man who loves life very much -- hawking.

who is hocking? a myth, a contemporary most outstanding theoretical physicist, a giant under the name of science. maybe he is just a wheelchair and a brave man who challenges fate. once, a wheelchair back to berlin apartment, crossing the road was knocked down by a car, broken left arm, broken head, sewn 13 needles, about 48 hours later, he went back to the office to work. though the handicap of the body is becoming more and more serious, hocking tries to live like an ordinary person and accomplish anything he can do. he was even lively - it sounds a bit funny, and after he was completely unable to move, he still insisted on driving the wheelchair with the only movable finger to "hit" on the way to the office; when he met prince charles, he turned his wheelchair to show off, and the result rolled to charles. the prince's toes. of course, hocking has also tasted the evil result of "free" action, the master of quantum gravity, many times in the weak gravity of the earth, jumping into a wheelchair. fortunately, every time he was stubbornly "standing".

in 1985, a tracheal surgeries were performed and the ability to speak was completely lost. under such circumstances, he wrote the famous "brief history of time" very hard, and explored the origin of the universe.

though hocking is a disabled person, he still loves life, tenacious struggle, and strives to go forward to the triangular slope. so what do we have to do with these non - disabled people? do they love life more than they do?

so called: life is like water. it is beautiful only when its rush and rush towards it.

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my winter holiday life rich and colorful, traveling, watching movies, mountain climbing, a classmate birthday party... among them, the mountain climbing is my favorite.

on one occasion, my parents and i go to climb the east scenic mountain. that day, it seems that god to test our will, blowing wind, we against the wind, go after a flat front path was gone, turned into a stone and clay. we didn't give up, move on, walk, my legs slowly became soft, look at mom and dad, they are in high spirit. at this moment, as if to see my dad idea, encourage a way: "come on! let's not far from success!" i have heard, nodded, and summon up courage to once again, hard to climb to the top of the summit, crawling crawling, and i was tired, looked up to the height, ah! isn't that the summit? we is coming, i was so happy, run out whole body energy to climb. finally, we climbed to the summit. i stood on the summit to look down, wow! "infinite scene in the perilous peak" ah!

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