In daily study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing compositions, and they are very familiar with compositions. With the help of compositions, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below is a composition about a small thing that I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. A trivial matter essay 1

A trivial matter, but my parents quarreled all night long.

After dinner, my mother and father discussed going to the mall to buy some vegetables and fruits. We happily arrived at the mall. On a winter night, there were only a handful of people in the mall. We walked and selected. I first I chose a nice chair cushion that I can take with me to school. Mom and Dad chose some green peppers, carrots, and eggs, and we headed to the exit.

The cashier was a not-so-pretty woman, in her 30s. There was no one at her exit, so I pushed the truck and walked to her exit while we took out our purchases. While shopping for goods, I chatted with the aunt, which was also the reason why there were so few people. The aunt was also much more enthusiastic than usual.

"How much is a monthly salary?" Mom asked, "1,700 for full attendance and a bonus." My aunt replied.

"One *** is 54.7 yuan. Do you pay by credit card? Or pay in cash?" asked the aunt.

"Swipe your card. The membership number is 123456" my mother replied. Auntie swiped hard several times. I don’t know if it was because of the system or something was wrong. Anyway, after auntie finished settling the account, my mother looked at the bill differently than usual when she swiped the card. When I asked the aunt, she replied: "Go to the other side and ask."

I didn't know if I didn't ask, but I was shocked when I asked. It turned out that when the aunt was checking out for us, the credit card machine skipped the order. I don’t know the real reason for the skipped order, it’s that the things we bought were not paid from the card. Later, I re-operated and sorted out the accounts of this consumption.

Dad pushed the cart and waited for us far away from the exit. When my mother and I told my father about this, he became a little angry. So many people said that my mother was stupid.

Maybe my mother felt that this matter needed to be clarified, so she always felt that she was right and that she should pay for things when she bought them. But my father said, this is not our intention, why should we do it? Pay?

They didn’t talk along the way. I knew they wanted to find out about this matter. Quarreling is their daily routine, so fight.

In fact, my mother is not wrong about this matter. Right is right and wrong is wrong. There is no problem if you understand it. As for dad, it makes sense if you think about it.

Because of this little incident, the two of them started quarreling again when they went home. well! A Little Thing Composition 2

"Mobility makes people progress, pride makes people regress." This is my new motto. This sentence left a deep impression on me.

The test papers for the third unit have been distributed. When I looked at the score, it was 95 points! I jumped up and down with joy. I took the test paper and went home, as if I was stepping on a cloud of happiness. When I got home, I held the test paper and dangled it in front of my parents.

"See? I am the genius among geniuses!" I shouted happily.

"Don't be too proud," came a heavy tone, "Only when you do well in the exam next time can you be considered really good." When I was happy, I didn't care to listen, and I didn't want to listen, so I answered casually. One sentence: "I know."

I was complacent for a while. However, what happened next surprised me.

When the Chinese language paper for the fourth unit was handed out, I had a bad feeling: I did very poorly. The result was pretty much what I expected: 74.1 points. My mood plummeted. This is the lowest score I have gotten since my first grade. I lay on the desk, facing the wall. I couldn't help but shed a tear from my disappointed eyes. When I returned home, there seemed to be a dark cloud floating above my head, and heavy rain fell on me.

After my parents found out about the results, they felt very calm and didn’t scold me. They just said a few words to me and that was it.

Dad warned me: "My reading ability needs to be improved." This time I accepted it humbly.

Now I finally know the meaning of "humility makes people progress, pride makes people regress." I will never be a complacent person again, and make "All things can be accomplished with an open mind, but nine things will come to nothing if you are complacent." I have set it as my motto, which always reminds me not to be complacent and to be open-minded. A Little Thing Composition 3

Today, our family was going to the park to play, but my father refused to go, so my mother had to take my sister and me to set off.

When I arrived at the park gate, I saw a few people selling cut cakes. My sister said she wanted to eat, so my mother had to buy it for her. My mother took my sister and I's hands and walked forward. I saw a cut cake more than one meter wide covered with all kinds of delicious things. There are snow-white almonds; there are green raisins; red candied dates... They look very appetizing. My mother asked: "How much does it cost per pound?" A man wearing a white hexagonal hat, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a mustache was from ***. He spoke in a prolific Mandarin and said: "Five yuan a pound." "Two." Mom didn't think much at the time and said, "You get it for twenty yuan." He asked her to choose it, put it on the scale after cutting it, and weighed it, it was more than one hundred yuan! My sister and I were looking forward to the delicious cut cake, which cost more than one hundred yuan. We were stunned. My mother said anxiously: "But I didn't bring that much money." Unexpectedly, the *** man said rudely: "Call someone to deliver it." Mom hurriedly took out her mobile phone and called Dad, but Dad's phone couldn't be reached, and Mom was as anxious as ants on a hot pot. As a man, I really want to help my mother solve her problems. At this time, I happened to meet my mother's friend and borrowed her fifty yuan. Adding the fifty yuan that my mother had on her, I finally collected 100 yuan and gave it to the *** person.

Through this incident, I learned that you should not be deceived by the appearance of things, but learn to distinguish. Cutting cakes may look delicious and tempting, but they can easily be ripped off!

Life is a single-plank bridge. As long as you maintain balance, you can walk steadily. Life is like a treasure. It can best give people wealth. Life is like an elder. It will bring people profound enlightenment in small things. . A Little Thing Composition 4

On the next weekend night, my parents and I had dinner at my grandma’s house. As soon as I entered my grandma’s house, I smelled a strong smell of meat. I hurried to the living room and saw that the dining table was filled with my favorite dishes. I was so happy that I sat down immediately, reached out and grabbed the dishes on the table and started stuffing them into my mouth.

Suddenly my mother ran to me, grabbed my hand and walked to the bathroom. I was very angry and asked my mother why she interrupted me to eat. My mother said to me sternly, "How many times have I told you? Time, you always forget to wash your hands before eating. There are too many germs on your hands. As the saying goes, diseases come from the mouth. If you don't follow hygiene, you will get sick sooner or later. "I was quite worried at first. Unconvinced, I felt that my hands were not dirty. I was about to reply to my mother, but suddenly I remembered the news I saw two days ago. There was a little boy in the news who didn’t wash his hands before eating and had dirty things on his hands. As a result, he had a stomachache after eating and rolled all over the floor. He had to go to the hospital for treatment. It seems that if you don't wash your hands, something will really happen.

So I followed my mother to the bathroom obediently, carefully soaped my hands and washed them very clean. From now on, I must listen to my mother's words, be a good child with good hygiene, and prevent diseases from entering through the mouth. A Little Thing Essay 5

Recently, the country advocates environmental protection and garbage classification. Our county is also vigorously promoting it, especially in our school. Teachers always educate us repeatedly. Therefore, I know the importance of garbage classification.

Yesterday Saturday, my grandma and I went for a walk in the square. About every ten meters we walked, we found a trash can on the side of the road. Usually there were two trash cans side by side, one recyclable trash can and one non-recyclable trash can. At the beginning, there was no paper at all on the ground and it was very clean. I thought to myself, it would be great to have classified trash cans.

After a walk home, we returned the same way. The roads are busy and there is a lot of garbage on the ground.

Although some people threw garbage into the trash can, they did not sort it and were in a mess. I stepped on a leaf, picked it up, and threw it into the recycling bin. Then, I sorted the garbage in the trash can and put it away. This was a big project. I worked on it for about half an hour. When I was too tired, I asked my grandma to give me three yuan and bought me a chocolate and cream popsicle. This kind of popsicle. The portion was huge, twice the original size, and I had to walk all the way to my door to finish it.

My grandma said to throw away the packaging. I originally threw it away, but my grandma said to throw it in the garage of my house where we keep junk. Because we have too much waste paper at home, we can sell it for money, so I Just throw it in the garage. I look forward to recycling these garbage and turning them into treasures.

In life, there are always some trivial things that we can do or not do. Just like what happened today, if everyone can do small things well, it will become a big thing. A Little Thing Composition 6

My mother and I just came out of the supermarket. My mother bought me a new pair of shoes. I walked out of the house happily. I was in a good mood.

On the road, I saw a stranger walking towards me while cracking melon seeds. "Ouch!" The stranger accidentally stepped on my foot, and a dirty shoe print immediately appeared on my new shoes. The good mood of the morning disappeared.

The stranger continued to crack melon seeds and said nonchalantly: "Sorry, little brother."

I shouted loudly: "How can anyone step on melon seeds like you?" You are such an unreasonable person!"

He spat out the melon seed shells and said, "I have already apologized, what else do you want?"

I was so angry that I stammered: "I, I, I... you, you, you..."

He said dismissively: "What? You're still young!"

I asked him loudly: "Are you trying to hit someone?"

He raised his fist and said, "Boy, it's you I'm going to hit!"

Right here At that moment, a little boy about ten years old came out of the grass nearby and quickly helped me shine my shoes. He said, "It's time to shine my shoes. The craftsmanship is very good. It's free!" Suddenly, the shoes on my new shoes were shining. The print is gone. The stranger and I looked at each other and understood something... Essay on a Little Thing 7

On New Year's Day night, the streets slowly turned from lively to deserted. People are rushing home to spend the holidays with their families.

My mother and I had dinner early and planned to take a walk on the road. The two of us came to a crossroads and saw an old woman squatting on the cold and slippery ground. The old woman looked to be seventy or eighty years old, holding a handful of cabbage in her hands like a dead branch. Wearing a thin coat, she whispered to the people walking by: Buy some cabbage! They are all grown at home, without pesticides! But the people walking by didn't seem to see it. Only occasionally one or two people stopped and bought some cabbage. Two handfuls of cabbage. But there are so many cabbages at the grandma’s feet, when will they be sold out!

My mother and I walked up and asked: Grandma, how much does a pound of cabbage cost? When the grandma saw someone taking the initiative to ask for the price, I was very happy, so I said: It was originally four yuan per catty, but it was already dark, so I sold it cheaply, only three yuan per catty. I pretended to be mature and said: Three yuan is not cheap, grandma, can you? Before I finished speaking, my mother interrupted me. She said to the grandma: Four yuan is four yuan! How much is a pound? It’s just a pound, it doesn’t have to be cheap. I felt very strange: My mother usually taught me to bargain when buying things. Why did she take the initiative to increase the price today? At this time, my mother said again: Grandma, take a big bag and pack all these. The old lady was stunned for a moment and said, "You want to buy so much? Can you finish it? You can finish it. Our family all loves cabbage." Mom said with a smile, squatting down and putting the cabbage into the bag one by one. Seeing the smile on my mother's face, I stopped talking. When I left, I seemed to remember something, took out a piece of bread from my bag and handed it to the old lady, and said: You must not have had dinner yet? After eating this, go home quickly.

My mother and I carried a big bag of cabbage and trudged home. I looked back at the dimly lit intersection, and I seemed to see an old woman wiping her tears. A Little Thing Composition 8

The third period this morning is physical education class. According to past practice, the teacher will first count the number of people, ask us to count, and then do warm-up exercises. However, after finishing counting, the teacher was very angry because other male students talked and punished them to run. As a result, the girls wearing skirts and the students wearing leather shoes were all punished to run around the playground for 4 seconds. lock up. But because I wore black leather shoes, I was also punished. Oh my God, it was so sad.

On Sunday, my mother washed all my shoes, leaving this pair of black leather shoes unwashed. What is even more unexpected is that in the afternoon of the day after washing, the weather gradually turned from sunny to cloudy, and in the evening, it started raining. And it rained all at once, and it rained for three full days today! Unfortunately, my shoes were not dry, and my mother regretted them and blamed herself again and again. Then, this series of unexpected things happened.

I told my mother not to blame myself. Although I ran 4 laps around the playground, I treated it as exercise. Because I was the first to disobey the disciplines of physical education. The wrong person should be punished! Then I told my mother that I will learn from your lesson in the future and leave room for anything I do. My mother often taught me to "speak with a kind word to warm up the winter", "leave the last word in your mouth" and so on. Don't put it in words. Put your eggs in one basket, prepare for a rainy day!

Everything in life can be learned by paying attention. A Little Thing Composition 9

"Mom, I learned it, I learned it!" I was so happy that I almost fell off the car again.

When I was a child, I dreamed of having a bicycle of my own, but I was always rejected by various reasons such as "the bicycle is too expensive", "you are too young", "you can't ride", etc. Until the previous paragraph Time makes my dreams come true. After buying the car and going home, I was so happy that I just sat on the sofa and giggled. My mother touched my head from time to time, and then said to herself: "No, I don't have a fever!" The next day! , I moved my beloved bicycle downstairs. It makes me envious when I see some people who can ride a bicycle backwards or without using the handlebars, but you have to work hard. I got on the car, let my mother support me, and rode forward slowly. After a while, pearls appeared on my forehead and my mother's, but the "kinds" were different - hot sweat on my mother's head; cold sweat on my head. In order to let myself rest for a while, my mother adjusted her sitting posture downwards so that my feet could reach the ground. At first, I tried to learn how to push one foot on the ground and the other on the pedal, but I couldn't learn it. I fell all over and got bruises all over my body, and the excitement I felt when I bought the car was shattered. It fell to the sky. But if you buy a bike but don’t ride it, and keep it at home, it’s better not to buy it. You have no choice but to continue practicing.

"The first plan doesn't work, I will change to another plan tomorrow." I said unconvinced while moving the car upstairs. A new day started. I got up early and went to practice cycling. This time the approach was different - I just got in the car. It's better to use the new method I invented. I'll be able to ride for a while. After my hard work, it didn't take long for me to get my "fruit of success" - I learned to ride a bicycle. When I was happy, I kicked my feet and performed a 180-degree "acrobatic" movement with the person and the car. The consequences can be imagined. But I didn't cry, but smiled happily because I learned to ride a bicycle. A Little Thing Composition 10

In my mind, there is one thing, although it is very small, but I can never forget it. It witnesses the everlasting friendship between me and "Longyan".

I remember that day, I brought a beloved mechanical pencil back to school. My deskmate "Long Yan" saw it and liked it very much. After class, she held my arm and said, "Hey, Lizi, what kind of pen is that? It's so beautiful." "Oh, this is a mechanical pencil, given by my piano teacher.

"Looking at her expectant eyes, I thought to myself: Doesn't she want me to give it to her?

We are really good friends and have a good understanding. "Pear, I think this mechanical pencil It’s so special. Can you give it to me? "The gentle and small voice sounded in my ears. Listening to this seemingly irresistible voice, I hesitated in my heart. This is my favorite pen. I feel a bit reluctant to give it to her! "Please, Lizi, I like it so much, can you give it to me? "Longyan" gently shook my arm and said coquettishly.

Should I give it as a gift or not? I am in a dilemma. Give it away? I won't have a beloved mechanical pencil; We are good friends, and it would be very stingy not to give it away. After thinking for a while, I finally came up with an idea and said to her: "'Longan' is the pen of our friendship." Please remember: it symbolizes our friendship. We cannot have conflicts. If there are conflicts, our friendship will disappear. Then please return this pen of friendship to me, okay?

"Longyan" listened and nodded happily, "Okay, okay, our friendship will last forever." "

To this day, whenever I see the mechanical pencil lying in the "Longyan" pencil case, my heart will feel sweet. It's great to have this good friend! One piece Little Things Composition 11

One day during the winter vacation, I was wandering alone on Science and Technology Street. It was very cold outside, and there were still snowflakes in the sky. Suddenly, a cry of "candied haws" came from not far away. I looked up and saw an old man standing next to a tricycle on the roadside. The glass box on the car was filled with my favorite candied haws.

I hurried over. While grandpa was selling, he kept making new candied haws.

I pointed at the bunch that had just been made and shouted softly: "Grandpa, I want this bunch."

The old man looked at me with a smile and said, "Okay." He put the bunch of red, shiny, and hot candied haws in a bag and handed it to me and said, "Girl, two yuan." "

I took the candied haws, took out a five-yuan paper towel from my pocket and handed it to grandpa.

Grandpa put the money into the cash box, picked up a few one-yuan ones and handed them to me. .

I was walking with my money and sweet reeds in my hands.

Suddenly, I found my favorite blue bow on the window of a roadside shop. , I stopped and asked how much it was. The aunt inside smiled and held out three fingers to me. She just got three yuan from the candied haws, and she was still holding the money in her hand: "I want it." The blue one.

The aunt took the money, counted it, and said with a smile: "Girl, this is four yuan." "As he said that, he returned the extra dollar to me.

I took the money and felt warm in my heart: Auntie is such a good person.

I ate the sugar cane again. Walking forward, I suddenly stopped: No! This dollar belongs to the old man who just sold candied haws.

I quickly turned around and ran back. When I came to my grandfather, he looked at me with a smile and asked, "Why is the girl back?

I handed the one dollar to Grandpa and said, "Grandpa, you just gave me an extra dollar." "

Grandpa took the money, extended his thumb to me and said, "What a good boy! "

I felt so sweet in my heart that I happily ate candied haws while walking again. A Little Thing Composition 12

At noon on Friday, my mother and I took our three-year-old little Cousin Keman, we went to Huaguoshan Park to play together. We walked on the road in the park chatting and laughing. The warm sunshine was shining on our bodies and it was very comfortable. The willow trees stretched their green branches. The grass was like a soft carpet, everything was so beautiful.

I jumped forward while drinking mineral water, and Ke Man followed behind me with a smile. After a while, I finished drinking the water. I threw the mineral water bottle away and kicked it onto the grass beside the road like a football. I glanced at it, smiled proudly, and continued walking forward.

"Brother! Brother!" Before he had taken two steps, Ke Man's coquettish voice came from behind. "What?" I replied nonchalantly. Keman took my hand, pointed to the bottle on the grass, and said slowly: "Mom said the bottle should be thrown into the trash can." I looked at the bottle, and it was lying quietly on the green grass. So dazzling. "Nosy! I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." I muttered in my heart, pretending not to see anything. I was about to walk forward when Keman pulled me forcefully to the water bottle. She bent down, picked up the water bottle, forced it into my hand, and pointed to the trash can not far away. I shook my head, reluctantly walked to the trash can, and threw the bottle into it. Suddenly, the eight words "Protecting the environment starts with me" on the trash bin jumped into my eyes. It was so eye-catching.

I was startled and my face turned red. I hurriedly raised my head and looked around at the beautiful scenery, feeling extremely regretful! "My three-year-old cousin knows how to protect the environment, let alone me, a third-grade student with a red scarf? If everyone was like me, would the park still be so beautiful?" I kept asking myself.

I held my sister’s hand ashamedly, and she was still smiling and laughing. A Little Thing Essay 13

Although it has been a long time, I still remember it fresh.

One afternoon, it was the rush hour after get off work. There were so many people on the bus stop, but the bus was like a shy girl, unwilling to show up. After a long time, a bus slowly "crawled" over. People rushed forward in a swarm, pushing each other and refusing to give way. Several younger children and I were also pushed onto the bus by the crowded crowd. Finally, everyone crowded onto the bus, and the bus started to move forward like a fat man who had eaten too much. Soon, the bus arrived, and people who had been quiet for a while became commotion again. As the door opened, people pushed their way out of the car. Suddenly, an exclamation came from the noisy crowd. I followed the sound and found out that it was a disabled old man who had been accidentally knocked down. He was struggling to pick up the crutches that fell on the ground. At this time, the old man seemed to notice something. I followed his gaze - a little girl of six or seven years old was knocked to the ground. Her body was covered with dust and there were tears in her eyes. I only heard the old man shouting: "Don't hurt the child!" Although the voice was hoarse and old, it was deeply imprinted on people's hearts. Suddenly, the crowd was silent. People lined up and got off the bus in an orderly manner. Everything was in order. The little girl's mother found the old man and thanked him profusely. The old man said nothing, but slowly disappeared from my sight on crutches...

Although this incident was small, it gave me mixed feelings. The old man's hoarse voice became a beautiful song in my heart. A Little Thing Essay 14

Various things happen around us every day. There are big things and small things, things that make people happy and things that make people sad. Today, I experienced such a small thing, which touched me deeply.

The weather is so hot. The sun shines on the earth like a big fireball. It feels like people are about to be roasted. If it weren’t for class, I really don’t want to go out. On the way home from school, I said to my mother: "Mom, it would be great if there was a plate of iced watermelon in front of me at this time!" After saying that, we looked at each other, our eyes full of excitement about this idea. Of course. It happened to be a coincidence that as soon as I arrived at the gate of the community, I saw a tractor selling watermelons. An old man shouted next to it: "I'm selling watermelons, I'm selling watermelons. If it's not sweet, you don't have to pay." My mother and I walked straight over. This old man is probably in his 70s. His white hair looks like he is wearing a white hat. His dark skin shines under the sun. The wrinkles on his forehead are like waves. His hands are covered with cloth. Covered with calluses, I thought this old man must have been working very hard to sell watermelons at such an old age. Just as I was thinking about it, my mother picked out the watermelon. Grandpa said, "Seven yuan and fifty cents!" Mom gave grandpa ten yuan. Grandpa looked through his bag and found two one-yuan coins and gave them to mom. Mom picked up the coins and said thank you. We He turned around and left.

Before we had even taken two steps, we heard the old man shouting from behind: "I haven't found enough yet. You still have one yuan left." Mom looked back at the old man and laughed.

Seeing this scene, I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart. This is not an ordinary coin, and this is not an ordinary grandpa. Small things touch people, but small things are extraordinary. A Little Thing Composition 15

Some things happen all the time in life, which make us ponder and move us. Even some trivial things will remain in the deepest part of our memory.

Today, the sun is shining brightly, and I went out to buy something for my father. When I reached a three-way intersection, I suddenly saw a group of people gathered together. I was very curious and wanted to take a look. After a lot of effort, I finally squeezed in. I saw a few young people shouting in the middle. They had yellow hair and were dressed very fashionably. But they all had their arms open and had cigarettes in their mouths. They were very fierce and a little nondescript. One of the young men shouted: "Is this melon of yours sweet or not?" The melon seller was a rural woman, about fifty years old, with a dark and red face and old but clean clothes. She smiled and said, "Little brother, my melons are guaranteed to be sweet. If they are not sweet, there is no charge." The young man said, "Okay, bring me five big watermelons." The aunt patted the watermelons, picked five and gave them to the young man. Help the young man carry it and put it into the basket of the car. Suddenly a young man said "Ouch" and bumped into the car. The car fell to the ground with a thud, and all the watermelons were smashed to pieces. Several young people immediately surrounded the aunt and said angrily: "Look at you, how did you put the watermelon and smash it like this? You will pay me five more." The aunt hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay , Okay, I'll get you some watermelons right now." The aunt picked up five more watermelons and put them back. The young man didn't expect the aunt to be so easy to talk to. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, turned around and left.

An old man asked the aunt: "Sister, why did you give him 5 more watermelons? Didn't you see just now that they knocked over the car on purpose?" The aunt smiled honestly and said, He said: "It's all grown by my own family. It doesn't matter. I just make less money. It doesn't matter. Besides, won't a war be avoided?" After hearing this, I suddenly felt moved.

It’s been a long time since this happened, but I often remember it and it has stayed deep in my memory, making me ponder and move me often.