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The following is a 500-word essay on an incident during the holiday that I carefully compiled. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it.

A 500-word essay on one thing during the holidays 1. Looking back on the holidays, I had so many happy things, as colorful as fireworks, and as light and happy as falling snowflakes. I carefully picked up one of them,

That's the thing that sticks in my mind the most - learning to ride a bicycle.

It was a sunny day in summer vacation, and my mood was as good as the weather.

Dad bought me a brand new bicycle. We happily came to the square of the community. I couldn't restrain my inner joy and took the bicycle from my father. I got on one foot first, but I didn't hold on.

Well, the other foot fell down before it even got up.

When I first learned to ride a bicycle, I thought it was very simple. Only then did I understand what "easier said than done." Then because my father helped me, I didn't fall. Later, my father quietly put his hand on me.

I let go, and just when I wanted to look back, the bike fell over to my right. I was so frightened that I had no time to brake. This time, my butt suffered a lot, and it hurt me to death.

Dad saw my embarrassment and found it funny. I got off the bicycle, "I won't ride anymore, I won't ride anymore," I shouted loudly.

I just wanted to give up, but my father said: "Don't be discouraged. Don't rush for anything, be patient." "Remember, when driving, hold your hands steady and sit firmly on your butt. Don't panic." I went back full of confidence.

When I got on the bicycle, I kept thinking about the skills my father taught me. After repeated practice, I finally learned to ride a bicycle.

After this exercise, I not only experienced the difficulty of learning to ride a bicycle, but also learned a truth: as long as you persist and are not afraid of difficulties, there is nothing you can't accomplish.

A 500-word essay on an incident during the holidays 2 Are all partings the same in the world?

All with a touch of sadness like lavender?

During the holidays, my cousin who just graduated from the third grade of junior high school went abroad.

The scene of the farewell day is still vivid in my mind.

Let the video tape of time go back to a month ago... That morning, my aunt's family held a farewell party.

I looked at my sister with curly hair hanging over her shoulders and a baby face who was still sweating profusely under the "siege" of the old people. I couldn't help but feel many feelings in my heart: reluctance, sadness, attachment, and...a little uneasiness.

Sometimes time is too narrow and the gaps between fingers are too wide, so I miss it desperately, but unexpected sudden changes occur as the passage passes.

I am a little timid, afraid that the next time I see my sister, she will no longer be the sister who talks non-stop every day, loves to cry, and likes to imitate Spongebob's laughter.

How sad I must have been at that time!

Amidst such random thoughts, I drifted into the night.

In the stands on the second floor of the airport, we joked with each other under the rouge-colored sunset, as if it was no different from usual, but everyone knew that all the accumulated strength was because we finally realized the sadness.

After entering the security gate, I called my sister: "Sister..." "Huh?" "Hug me." I buried my head deeply in her hair, and the faint fragrance floated into my nostrils, which made my eyes sore.

After a moment, he let go of her and turned around.

In fact, I was afraid that some unknown liquid would fall from my eyes in a while.

But when I turned around, I saw my mother and sister with red eyes, and my eyes suddenly became hazy. I had to try my best to keep my eyes wide open to prevent tears from falling.

A group of people walked to the ticket gate and we were stopped.

Looking at the gradually blurring backs of the three of them, my tears finally fell uncontrollably.

"It's really worthless." I cursed myself secretly.

Watching the pen tip flying on the paper, recalling the quarrels, harmonious laughter and laughter between my sister and I on weekdays, I still feel a touch of sadness in my heart.

However, this journey is destined to be without the legend of grass growing and orioles flying. Facing the ocean that cannot be crossed, I can only maintain the most primitive stubbornness.

Those dreams hidden behind the future, please give me strength.

A 500-word essay on one thing during the holidays: Climbing a mountain to watch the sunrise has always been something that has attracted me since I was a child.

The setting sun has its beauty. Ancient poets left many beautiful poems in this regard, such as "The setting sun shines on the banner, the horses whistle and the wind rustles..." However, no matter how good it is, there is always a feeling of desolation. It is better to climb the Qifeng and walk on the wall.

Or standing on a rock in the sea, facing the diffuse clouds and sky, observing the great birth scene in a flash, but I don’t have the opportunity to watch the sunrise and can only appreciate it from a book.

Today is Labor Day, a holiday for the working people. My family and I climbed to Yanzi Mountain. In the early morning, heavy fog filled the air, and the flowers and plants drank dew to their heart’s content. When the rising sun was born, there was no cloud of fire around it.

It is a pale rose morning and evening. The sun is not powerful. It is not as hot as it is on suffocating days. It is not the dark purple before the storm, but it carries a bright and soft light, shining from a narrow cloud.

It floated up faintly from behind, showed its face, and then hid in the surrounding faint purple mist. However, the sun's birth is like a new thing in life. In its first moment, it is not easy to be seen.