A 600-word essay on those years 1

We have just said goodbye to a flower and met a green leaf. We have long been accustomed to the change of seasons. . With a normal heart, accept the scenery that nature has prepared for you and me, and be grateful for the dust that comes and goes, the faint sunshine, the tiny fragments, the shallow memories, and the brilliant details.

Chinese people pay attention to "taste" when drinking tea. Tasting tea is not only about identifying the quality of tea, but also about reverie and appreciating the fun of drinking tea. Tea originates from nature, absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, and is baptized by age, thus acquiring the spirituality of the soul of mountains and waters.

Min Jun in the Qing Dynasty wrote, "The wind blows gently at the falling flowers, and the tea stove is decorated with charcoal red. I personally roast it for a few times at a low heat, and the curtains are drawn in the quiet place where the voices of people are." I wrote this poem and went to see it in person. Fried tea. For thousands of years, the fire of time has been burning, and the green tea leaves have bloomed in the mountain spring water for many years. An old man opened a teahouse because he loved drinking tea. There was a big pot in the shop. He was often seen sitting on a dilapidated low stool, stirring the tea in the pot with his hands. There was a weak charcoal fire flickering in the big wood stove, illuminating the old man's weather-beaten face brightly. He looked to be in his seventies. When people asked him why he still used traditional methods to fry tea, he often smiled and replied that it was because he insisted on tradition. No one in his generation was willing to do such tiring work. They advised him to give up tea frying and enjoy his old age, but he refused. His black hands were covered with wrinkles, and the calluses on his fingertips were also very thick. He kept stirring the tea leaves, and the fragrance of the tea leaves became stronger and stronger...

I sat in the teahouse and listened carefully. Sip the tea carefully. Drinking tea can clear your mind. A few cups of tea is like jade liquid and nectar. After drinking it, your worries will disappear. Really good tea comes from the persistence of tea fryers. The old man's perseverance has been burned by the fire of time, and after years of polishing, it will never disappear. The smile on his face, the process of repeatedly feeling the temperature, and the action of stir-frying the tea leaves, don't they reflect his persistence and persistence in the traditional craft of tea frying?

Traditional craftsmanship requires this kind of persistence and persistence. Perseverance and optimistic details have become dazzling after years of baptism and polishing. It is precisely because of these splendid details that Chinese culture has a long history and is always full of vitality.

A 600-word essay on those things in those years, Part 2

Family love, like a drop of nectar in spring, can always liven up the dried memories of the nostalgic in the sad years; family love , like a clear spring in summer, can always hold up the confused blue sky in the scorching sun; family love, like a gentle wave in autumn, can always warm the hearts of the lost in the bleak wind and rain.

When I was a child, you were always there to protect me. I remember when I was 5 years old, it was a bleak autumn night and I caught a cold for some reason. My mother touched my forehead with her hand. She couldn't help but look anxious. She put a towel on my forehead. My father is not at home, and my home is far from the hospital. I kept talking nonsense all night, and finally my mother carried me to the hospital. There is a cool breeze blowing in the autumn night. Mom carried me on her back and walked faster and faster, faster and faster. But the bean-like sweat on my mother’s forehead kept flowing. Finally arriving at the hospital, my mother anxiously found the doctor. Under the doctor's treatment, the fever gradually subsided, but my mother kept guarding my bedside. I’m afraid that I’ll be thirsty, hungry, and uncomfortable when I wake up.

My mother didn’t sleep all night. When I woke up, she asked me anxiously: Are you feeling better? Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable? There seemed to be a few more wrinkles on her face. White hair.

My father went out to work, and my mother took care of me and my elderly grandparents at home alone. She did all the housework and farm work, but never complained about being tired. My mother, who was busy in and out, said after washing my feet at night: "Go to bed quickly." I said: "What about you." My mother said: "I will sleep later." After hearing this, I went to bed to sleep. Went. But I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, maybe because of my mother's company. I got up from the bed, put on my coat, and went out to find my mother. My mother was not in the living room or kitchen. I saw that the light in grandma's room was still on. I gently opened the door. In the small crack of the door, I saw my mother. Squatting down to help grandma wash her feet. Grandma was not in good health. Mom poured the mixed water into the basin. Grandma took off her shoes and socks and put her feet in the basin. Mom began to wash and massage her feet.

A few minutes later, grandma's feet were washed. My mother got her slippers and put them on. She helped her to the bed. After she fell asleep, my mother covered her with a quilt. I was afraid that my mother would find out that I was still sleeping. I didn't sleep, so I hurried back to the room and pretended that I had fallen asleep.

My mother dragged her tired body, soaked her feet for a while, and then fell asleep quickly. When I saw my mother sleeping and the lights were turned off, I slowly opened my eyes, thinking about what my mother had given me to my grandma. Foot washing scene. Suddenly, a strong idea came to me: help my mother wash her feet. I fell asleep thinking about it. I had a dream. I dreamed that one time I fetched a basin of water for my mother, brought it to my mother and said, "Mom, let me wash your feet!" My mother said yes. I took off my mother's shoes and socks, filled a basin of water, put my mother's feet in the basin, rubbed them gently, and washed them carefully... A call woke me up, and when I opened my eyes, the sun was already shining on the bed. .

The flowers bloom quietly, on the night when I suddenly miss you; when spring passes and autumn comes, your love is silent. You gave me all your love and gave me the world. That family affection like water, that touch of warmth that always lingers around you, that tired and busy figure, please repay it with warmth and be grateful with sincerity.

A 600-word essay on those years 3

This summer vacation, I came to my hometown - Kunming again.

Kunming is a big city with mountains and rivers. I came here this time to say goodbye to Kunming. My mother will no longer make clothes in Kunming, and I will rarely go back to Kunming in the future.

This time, I almost went crazy playing. I played with several kindergarten classmates for 4 or 5 days. On the first day, I made an appointment with Wang Qing and agreed to play with Yan Yunqi the next day. On the first day, I only played for half a day.

The next day, we set off before 10 o'clock, and arrived at Yan Yunqi's place around 11 o'clock. As soon as I walked in, I saw a dark and thin man standing at the door. I thought he looked familiar, but I can’t remember who she is or what her name is? I’m confused. However, we chatted happily and soon became “acquainted” with each other. We all skated together. Neither Wang Qing nor I knew how to skate. Yan Yunqi taught us step by step. Wang Qing learned quickly and learned it in a short time. I learned to skateboard after a long time, but I just couldn't skate (unless someone supported me, imagine how stupid I am). I learned to skateboard in one day. spent in.

I especially like to embroider cross-stitch. It happened that a friend of my mother (Aunt Zeng Jing) specialized in cross-stitch, so I picked up a few pairs of cross-stitch to play with. I went to her house and saw the cross-stitch she had embroidered by herself. It was extraordinary. It was the size of two or three air conditioners put together (I don’t know what it was called). Looking at it with my own eyes, it seemed that there were only a few colors. In fact, It is embroidered in more than 100 colors, and the embroidery is lifelike. She is now embroidering Flowers and Wealth, and she has already finished 1/3 of the embroidery. If it were me, I wouldn’t have as much patience as her!

I remember when we were in 4th grade, we had a Rubik’s Cube. Competition, this time, I came to Aunt Zengjing’s house to watch my uncle turn the Rubik’s Cube. Although it took a long time, he was able to turn all 6 sides. He taught me the rules. The first side must be turned first. Make the shape of a cross, and then fill in the four corners. On the four sides, first turn out two lines, and then recite the formula for the remaining line, what about upper left, lower right, lower left quadratic...I am After seeing it, my uncle also said that there is a colleague in his unit who can turn out 6 faces in 9 seconds no matter how messy he turns.

I saw so much during the summer vacation that I can’t even remember it!

A 600-word essay on those years 4

Do every detail carefully and succeed. The rose will eventually bloom into the most touching beauty.

--Inscription

The flower in the mountains knows that it can only bloom once, so it carefully opens each petal and carefully adjusts the angle and color of each petal. , finally blossoming into stunning elegance.

The colorful clouds in the sky know that they can only be gorgeous once, so they spread out each cloud carefully, carefully design the thickness and lightness of each cloud, and use their heart to relax the brilliance and grace of the clouds, thus achieving God's most beautiful garden.

When we are young, we know that we can only be young once, so we must carefully grasp every detail of life and quietly wait for the flowers of happiness to bloom in the palace of success.

Details determine success or failure, and success or failure depends on details.

Thinking back to the Warring States Period, Lin Xiangru was wise and courageous but careful about details. He grasped the critical moment of presenting the jade to the king and asking for instructions from the king, so that he could be polite and courteous, fulfill his mission, and return the jade to Zhao intact. Although the swordsman Jing Ke of the generation was extremely brave, he hesitated at the key point of "holding the hand of the King of Qin and holding the sleeve of the King of Qin", which resulted in the missed opportunity and the result that the assassination of Qin failed. It is a great regret and has also sounded the alarm for people throughout the ages to "never neglect the details."

Details determine success or failure, and success or failure depends on details.

Looking at the aerospace industry, the reason why my country's "Shenzhou 7" was successfully launched is because the astronauts were careful and rigorous, and carefully grasped every data, every procedure, and every detail of the spacecraft launch. The United States' "Challenger" space shuttle unfortunately crashed after launch, killing all seven astronauts. The reason was simply because one detail was not done right. Small mistakes in details have caused heavy losses to the aerospace industry, which is shocking and saddening.

Details determine success or failure, and success or failure depends on details.

Mr. Hou Baolin, the master of cross talk, was good at humor and careful about details, and eventually became a master of cross talk performance; Beethoven was super talented but careful about details, paying attention to every note, and his symphonies became the most beautiful. "The Voice of Heaven"; the great poets of our country throughout the ages, with magnificent literary talents and adhering to the principle of "reciting a word and twisting several stems and whiskers", they have the unrestrained and elegant style of "the grass is withered and the eagle's eyes are weak, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light" , only then can we have the novelty and uniqueness of "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on its head", and only then can we have the wise philosophy of "asking the canal how clear it is? It means there is a source of living water."

Details determine success or failure, and success or failure depends on details.

Of course, being careful about details here does not mean being ignorant of the root cause; being meticulous here does not mean being timid. Having an overall picture in mind but being cautious about details, being wise and courageous yet careful and prudent are the powerful guarantees for success in life.

The flowers in the mountains are painted with elegance with care; the clouds in the sky are splashed with splendor with care. We, the students in our prime, will definitely use "paying attention to details" to bloom the beauty of life.

A 600-word essay on those years, Part 5

When it comes to the Dragon Boat Festival, I can’t stop talking. Because last year during the Dragon Boat Festival, I personally tried the joy of making rice dumplings. Don't worry, just listen to me!

The fifth day of May last year was the annual Dragon Boat Festival. Dad told me that rice dumplings are eaten during the Dragon Boat Festival in memory of the great poet Qu Yuan. My interest piqued as soon as I heard about what to eat. Dad changed the topic and said, "But you can't just eat for free today. You have to do it yourself."

After listening to Dad's preaching, I got busy. Why don't you just make rice dumplings? This still stumps me, and my father doesn't even think about it. His daughter is very smart. I started making rice dumplings, and I was both excited and nervous. I heard from others that the quality of the rice dumpling package can test a person's attentiveness. Hey, I really don’t know what masterpiece I will have. Although I was full of confidence on the surface, I was still beating the drum in my heart. After all, I had never done it before!

My grandma showed me how to make it, and I started making it in a hurry. First, I folded three rice dumpling leaves on top of each other. Together, I folded it into a funnel shape and put the glutinous rice in it. But the difficulty came. After I put the glutinous rice in, all these naughty glutinous rice dolls ran out. I looked left and right, but still couldn't find any clues. As soon as grandma saw my actions, she knew something was wrong, and said quickly: "Xiao Feng, there is a small hole in the tip of your funnel, and the glutinous rice comes out from there." I quickly squeezed the tip of the funnel, and now The glutinous rice dolls were much more honest, and they all stayed in the rice dumpling leaves. I said to myself: "Grandma is really a zongzi expert." When my parents weren't paying attention, I put a coin in the zongzi I made. Whoever eats the rice dumplings I made will be blessed with wealth, good luck, and happiness...

After the rice dumplings are wrapped, they are steamed in the steamer. I quickly mixed the rice dumplings I made with those of my grandma, mom and dad. After a while, the rice dumplings were ready to eat. Each of us held a rice dumpling in hand and ate it with relish. I slowly untied the rice dumpling leaves and ate them in small bites. I found that it was full of minced pork, which made me happy in vain.

I stared at everyone carefully. Grandpa ate pork rice dumplings, grandma ate pork rice dumplings, dad also ate pork rice dumplings, and only mother ate coins. This shocked grandpa, grandma, and dad. I told them the truth, it was me who put the coins into the rice dumplings.

After hearing the reason why I put the coins, they all laughed happily. This labor experience made me feel happy and allowed me to eat delicious rice dumplings. It was really worth it.

A 600-word essay on those years, Part 6

Summer vacation life is colorful, and there are too many interesting things that happened to my brother and me.

One day at noon, my brother rode a car from the living room towards the balcony. Unknown to my grandmother, they bumped into each other just as he was about to walk out the door. The younger brother was a little naughty, cursing and saying: "Oh, you! Don't touch my car!" He was still angry and complained while retreating, which made people think that this three-year-old child was very interesting. I watched from the side but felt that it was outrageous, and thought to myself: "One day I should really deal with him."

Just this morning, my brother and I used paper playing cards to "play the landlord" on the bed. "We were all very happy. He seemed to be interested. He suddenly climbed onto my back and somersaulted forward. I couldn't bear the weight and was crushed to the ground. He became more involved and repeated it several times. Once, we even fell to the head of the bed at the same time, me getting on and off him. I was panicked and at a loss as to what to do, as if I could only wait for those unfortunate results. Fortunately, my brother didn't fall. We all had a great time.

Every night, my brother and I would go out to "catch cattle." You chased me along the way, very happy. When you get to the place, first put the coin into the machine, and then put the exchanged marble into it. Then, just click the big white button - lasso a cow. Occasionally, there will be a "caught cow". That only re-throws marbles. If the cow is caught in the net, he has to keep pressing the big white button. My brother presses it hard and jumps high. As soon as he falls, he hits the big white button. He repeats it countless times. He is so tired that he is sweating all over. Although I am sitting , but don’t let up either. Although both are funny, the hit rate is still very high.

At home, my brother would often hang around his works made with magnets. I would occasionally attack him and cause some damage to his works. become what it is.

We are all very happy during the summer vacation and hope that this vacation will be infinitely long.

A 600-word essay on those years, Part 7

Miss Chun walked away with light steps, and Sister Xia came sitting on the swing. The whole summer was so scorching hot, The sun is scorching. Everyone has something happy to do during the summer vacation, and I am no exception. If you want to listen, then follow my steps and listen!

Once, my parents took me horse riding. I sat on the horse's back and thought to myself: Will the horse start running? Just when I was thinking wildly, my mother said to me: "Be sure to hold the rope well, don't be nervous!" At this time, I came back to my senses. The horse started to walk away. Its color was pure white, like the queen of the whole herd! At this time, I said to the horse: "It would be great if you could run." The horse stopped, looked back at me, and nodded as if to express approval. Suddenly, I felt the wind blowing in my ears, and in a blink of an eye, the snow-white "little queen" was already galloping on the ground. I held the reins tightly for fear of falling. I was in high spirits and cheered on the horse. The horse seemed to understand, ran more happily, and cheered with me. It also barked while running, as if it was sending secret signals to other partners! My mother watched in horror on the stage, and sometimes even took a breath. After riding the horse, I seemed to have feelings for the "little queen". I looked at it reluctantly, and it looked at me reluctantly. Time flew by and I couldn't calm down for a long time, still recalling the scene at that time.

Another time, my parents took me to climb a mountain. After I climbed up, what stunned me was: there was a lake in front of me, and there were swans, turtles and other animals in the center of the lake. I really wanted to take a boat. Go feed them! My mother seemed to see what I was thinking, and said to me: "In view of your performance today, I will allow you to take the boat to feed the small animals!" My parents and I got on the boat carefully. I took the bread and I fed them a little bit, and they screamed happily, as if saying: "It's so delicious!"

The wonderful summer vacation has passed like this, but these two things are enough to make it hard for me. I forgot, this is really a happy summer vacation!

600-word essay on those things in those years 8

One day during the summer vacation, I was already doing my homework. My father called me and said to me, "Qiqi, Dad worked hard." You work hard and all you care about is spending money. Now that you have grown up, you have to change your various situations - when you do housework at home, I will give you pocket money based on the quality and speed of your work. Seeing my father's face so serious, this delicate girl like me had no choice but to nod in agreement.

It was already seven o'clock. After dinner, my father put down his chopsticks and said: Qiqi, it's time to wash the dishes. I silently put away the dishes and went into the kitchen. How miserable! I thought silently in my mind. Looking at the greasy bowl, ten thousand people were reluctant to wash it, but for pocket money, they had no choice but to swallow their anger and get on with it. I first picked up a bowl, turned on the faucet, and rinsed it carelessly, hey! One bowl has been washed. The pile of bowls was washed by me in a short time. It seems that working part-time is not difficult. I took off my apron while humming a little tune and ran to the living room.

Come and get your wages quickly. I held out my greasy hands. So fast? Dad put down the newspaper in doubt and came to the kitchen. He glanced at the washed dishes and said to me: Look, what kind of bowls are being washed, and there is also oil. If the dishes are not cleaned properly, you will be charged! You still owe me money. I was so scared that I stuck out my tongue and couldn't take it back for a long time.

When the familiar bell rang again, my work began again. Accepting the lesson learned last time, I first squeezed some detergent into the greasy bowl and wiped the dish with a dish towel. I brushed it inside and out five or six times. Rinse with clean water, and finally wipe dry with a dry rag. Every time I wash a bowl, I always check the bowl again. Then put them one by one in the cupboard. I thought: Dad will be satisfied this time.

Running into the living room, I excitedly said to my father: Please. Dad strode to the kitchen with his hands behind his back. He inspected it and was very satisfied. He took out a brand new ten yuan bill from his pocket, put it in my hand and said to me: You did a very good job this time. I'm very satisfied. Work should be like this, don't be careless, be serious. Do this in everything you do. I took the money and smiled happily at my father.

I understood a truth during this part-time job. Only by hard work can you gain something, and you must take everything seriously and not be careless. In fact, the same is true for learning. From this part-time job, I learned a lot