Giving is a happy composition of 800 words (1). It is very hot in summer. As usual, I still go home by bus. The asphalt pavement was softened by the burning sun, and I couldn't help looking back after a few steps. Did I leave footprints? The scorching sun made me sweat, so I couldn't help walking towards the bus stop. In this weather, it takes a long time to wait for a minute because the bus is too slow. There are more and more people waiting for the bus, and the car is coming slowly from the hot air not far away.
As soon as the car stopped, people rushed to the door. I am short and small, being pushed behind mercilessly. No choice but to queue up behind the crowd with a bus card. When it was my turn to get on the bus, I heard someone on the right shout, "Wait a minute, wait a minute …" I saw an old man trotting towards the door. So I helped an panting old man stand on the steps, and I got on the bus one after another. Sitting in the car, the old man said thank you to me and pulled out his bus card from his pocket. When he swiped in front of the card reader, the card reader seemed to have no response at all. Grandpa brushed it a few times, but it still didn't work. At this time, the driver asked me to brush first. I put the card in front of the machine, and the beep succeeded! Grandpa won't brush again. In this case, the driver didn't have the slightest intention of driving, and the people in the car began to be somewhat dissatisfied. "Don't pay by credit card." "On a hot day, this has been delayed for more than half a day." "Hurry up!" Amid complaints, my uncle quickly rummaged through his pockets for change, but he couldn't find it. I stood beside the old man and saw that his clothes were soaked with sweat. It's probably hot and urgent! "Grandpa, don't worry, I'll help you swipe your card." As I spoke, I posted my boarding pass on the credit card machine.
The old man said gratefully, "What a good boy, thank you. Which school are you from? " "Nothing, you're welcome. The teacher told us that it is happy to give others. " With the approval of the whole car, the car finally started. It seems that under my leadership, a young uncle stood up and offered his seat to the old man. Another elder sister called me and said that my schoolbag was heavy. Let me sit down. I quickly waved and said no, and in this way, this feeling of giving spread all the way.
At the station, I got off the bus, and I felt indescribable joy in my heart. Because I really experienced that "it is happy to give to others". Although what I give to the elderly is insignificant, I think: what a harmonious society it will be if each of us can lend a helping hand when others are in trouble!
Giving is a happy composition 800 words (2) One day, Menstruation came to my house with her little aunt. As soon as I entered the door, my menstruation exclaimed, "What's that smell, so fragrant, so pleasant!" My mother and I smiled at each other and proudly said, "That's a bluegrass that my mother and I picked from Jixian." "Really, there is this kind of grass. I have to watch it later. " At this time, I noticed that my little aunt, the star, who had been chattering all the time, didn't say a word and looked unhappy. I jokingly said, "Star, what's wrong with you? Aren't you happy? You see your mouth is tight enough to hang an oil bottle. "
Say that finish, I burst out laughing, this can be bad, the stars actually burst into tears. Mom quickly and gently coaxed: "Hey, you bad brother, how can you tease your sister?" Tell your aunt who made our little star unhappy and I'll settle accounts with him. " It doesn't matter. She cried even harder and said, "I ran for class cadre ... and lost the election ... The teacher said I lacked comprehensive ability ... but I really wanted to be a ..." Oh! The problem is that we finally understand. Looking at my little aunt who cried like a pear flower with rain, I was both funny and happy. This is interesting, because when she was young, she should take her position so seriously. I'm glad that at least she has a strong heart.
Looking at it, I suddenly remembered something, took her hand and said distressfully, "Don't cry. Come on, brother, let me show you something. " "What is it?" As soon as I heard something, my little sister's crying stopped at once, and curiosity could not help but begin to emerge. We came to the balcony. I pointed to the humble flower like a weed and said, "This is bluegrass, which is the orchid in the plum blossom and autumn chrysanthemum that people often say." It gives off the fragrance of my home. "She looked at me, her eyes full of surprise and doubt." Smell it. "She slowly approached the bluegrass and said," Ah! It smells good. " Then she closed her eyes again and breathed wholeheartedly: "How fragrant it is! " "
Looking at her intoxicated appearance, I said happily, "Incredible, it is actually a kind of flower, the most inconspicuous flower variety in a hundred gardens." It has neither the elegance nor the nobility of peony, nor the fragrance of cloves. It seems to be dispensable in a hundred flowers garden. People's eyes will never stop because of it, and praise will never be issued because of it. Nevertheless, bluegrass has not lost confidence and despair, and it is still striving for green for nature. You're just like it. Whether you are a class cadre or not, you can win honor for the class and serve your classmates, because you are all members of the class, right? "I took this opportunity to express my views.
She looked at me as if thinking something. After a while, a smile climbed onto her little face: "Brother, I see, I will cooperate with other class cadres." Good boy, the stars are smart and transparent at all! Laughter and laughter filled the whole house again.
"Send a rose and leave a lingering fragrance in your hand." Perhaps this is the happiness that giving brings me.
Giving someone away is a happy composition 800 words (3) Giving someone a rose is fragrant, and giving someone away is also a kind of happiness. When everyone pays more, happiness will be everywhere in this world. Because when you lead others to happiness, this kind of happiness often comes back to life. Maybe one day the happiness you give others will be transferred to you, so that you can feel happy and warm.
It was a snowy night and Jack was driving home. He was so sad and upset that he didn't know how to tell his wife when he got home. How should he talk? I haven't found a job yet. Christmas is coming, will hope be dashed with it?
There are few pedestrians on the road. Who calls such a remote small community? So it's hard to find a job. Most people in the community have left here because it is really difficult to make a living here. But Jack didn't want to leave so easily. After all, this is his native hometown, and his parents are also buried here.
Jack looked at his watch. It is almost eight o'clock. He told himself that he must hurry home. Thinking of his wife, he felt sorry for her, and his anxiety almost made him miss an old lady on the roadside. He could see how much the old lady needed help.
Seeing Jack coming towards her, the old lady couldn't help but get nervous. Although he smiled and looked friendly, she was full of doubts. She has been waiting here for a long time, and no one will stop to help her. Besides, the man who came to see her looked poor and hungry, and she didn't know whether he was a friend or an enemy.
"Will he hurt me?" She shuddered at the thought. Jack saw her nervousness and fear and kept smiling. He said to her kindly, "Don't be afraid, madam. I'm here to help you. " He looked at her car and said softly, "I don't think there is much problem with your car." I can fix it for you right away. " I suggest you get back in the car and get warm. Look, you are frozen stiff. "Say that finish, he squatted down and climbed under the old lady's car.
"It's just a flat tire." He said under the car, "I'll fix it for you right away." After a while, Jack patted the snow on his body and said to the old lady easily, "Well, madam, your problem has been solved." The old lady rolled down the window and saw that Jack had blood on his hand and his finger was cut.
"Young man, thank you very much. Excuse me, how much do I have to pay you? " She continued, "I can't thank you enough. I have been waiting for more than an hour, and only you will help me. No matter how much money you want, I will give it to you. "
Jack helped her close the suitcase and said happily, "Why do I want your money?" ? This is just a small matter, and that's all I can do. It never occurred to me that helping you meant paying me. God knows how many people have I helped? Please hurry on your way and wish you a safe arrival at your destination. If you really want to thank me, please help those who need help again! "
The old lady said goodbye to Jack and drove away. Jack breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old lady leave. At this time, it was colder, but he felt much better and drove away in the dusk.
The old lady drove along this road for several miles, and she saw a small cafe by the side of the road. "I should stop for a cup of hot tea to warm myself up." She thought like this and got off the bus. As soon as she entered the cafe, a smiling waitress came up to her and handed her a dry towel to dry her wet hair. The waiter always smiles sweetly, which makes her feel surprisingly good.
"I'm lucky to meet such a good person today." She thought to herself. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the waitress's bulging abdomen. God, she's about seven or eight months pregnant. However, she still smiled happily and didn't show a day's fatigue on her face. After dinner, the old lady took out a dollar to pay the bill, and the waitress took a dollar to the counter to find change. When she turned around, the old lady quietly walked out of the cafe.
When the waitress came back with change, the old lady had already left. She thought it was strange. Suddenly she saw a napkin on the dining table where she was sitting, which said, "Dear child, maybe this money can help you." I know, you must need it. However, you won't owe me anything for it. I used to be like you. Someone once helped me, just as I help you now. If you really want to repay me, please try your best to help others when they need it. Good luck. "The waitress immediately burst into tears.
When she got home from work, she was lying in bed, still thinking about the old lady's money and what she had written. She thought, the old lady is really something. How did she know how much she and her husband needed the money? The children will be born soon, but their lives are still poor. She knew that her husband was under great pressure and anxious.
When her husband was lying beside her, she gave him a warm kiss and said softly, "Honey, everything will be fine." I love you, Jack. "
Getting is a kind of satisfaction and giving is also a kind of happiness. William wordsworth said: The most precious part of a good man's life is his tiny, unknown, unknown kindness and love.
Giving is a happy composition 800 words (4) At noon that day, the gray sky enveloped the earth, and the cold wind tore at the locust trees on the roadside. Facing the cold wind, they all seemed to bow their heads. Sparse pedestrians on the road walk briskly, as if they were accidentally blown away by the wind. Just came down from cram school, wrapped in a thick down jacket, walking down the street like a big bear.
There is a seller of baked sweet potatoes across the street, who doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold. The stall owner is a middle-aged mother with a two-year-old child behind her. It's time for dinner. My stomach protested strongly against me and I went straight to KFC not far ahead.
After dinner, the cold wind came at me like a tribe, which made me shrink my neck and shudder. At this time, I subconsciously looked back and saw that the mother and daughter were still there, but the child had fallen asleep, and the mother wrapped her in a thin blanket, and the expression on her face became more and more anxious. I felt in my pocket, and there was only ten yuan left. I thought, forget it, that's all that's left I keep it for myself. So I turned and left, but my sympathy seemed to be condemned again, which made me very uncomfortable. Alas! I'd better buy a baked sweet potato, although I'm not hungry anymore. I turned and walked to the sweet potato stall: "Auntie, have a sweet potato." When my mother saw me, she finally smiled and even said, "OK, OK." She neatly lifted the lid and bent down to get the sweet potato. I saw that the child's red cheeks were sleeping soundly, and it didn't seem to be affected by the surrounding cold wind. Maybe he is used to it, I think. At this time, my mother had handed me the packaged baked sweet potato and said with a smile, "Seven dollars and three dollars, please give me seven dollars." I handed it to her 10 yuan, and she took it, carefully folded it in half and put it in her pocket. Finally, he said to me in nonstandard Mandarin, "Go slowly and come again."
Walking on my way home, I was holding hot sweet potatoes and felt that everything in the world had become colorful and dazzling. At this time, the sun came out of my cheek and the sun shone on me. The warm and raging cold wind blew on my face again, and it didn't seem so cold, because I was holding almost hot baked sweet potatoes in my hand.
Along the way, the happy expression of my mother who sold roasted sweet potatoes because I bought a piece of roasted sweet potatoes in the cold wind kept coming to my mind. This is a joy that cannot be expressed in words. Let me realize the happiness brought by "giving", which became a beautiful flower in my heart that winter.
Giving is a happy composition 800 words (5) Giving can make your heart feel unusually warm; Giving can touch people's hearts and comfort them. Giving is easy to read, but who dares to have the courage to try? To feel?
Giving is helping and caring.
I remember once, I walked alone in the street and came to the bus stop. The sun shone on me, but I didn't drive away the chill. Looking at the crowds coming and going around, I paced alone and felt a little sad. I took out a glass full of hot water to warm my hands. I paced anxiously and waited. The sun has gradually escaped from the clouds, and the surrounding sunshine has disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, a white-haired old man came into my eyes. I saw him in rags and I didn't know what he was talking about. He is kneeling in front of a porcelain bowl with a small amount of money in it. One corner ... Two corners ... A passer-by accidentally stepped on a porcelain bowl. The bowl is broken. Those poor bills were blown away by the ruthless cold wind, and several coins rolled into the sewer.
Everyone looked at him, and the old man stood up but collapsed to the ground. Seeing the way people looked at him, the perpetrator seemed to realize his mistake and threw him a hundred-dollar bill. "Shit, what a bad day!" Then he turned and left angrily. People are full of righteous anger, but no one helps the elderly.
I know the reason: everyone is afraid that if they help him, he will say that he pushed him down himself? What about claiming compensation? Besides, others didn't help, so why are you so "stupid"? I wanted to turn around and leave, but I accidentally found a crystal liquid pouring out of the old man's eyes. I began to hesitate: "help or not?" I feel something blocking my chest and I can't breathe well.
I looked around and got up the courage to walk to the old man. I took the old man's cold hand and handed him the cup. Then I said to the man standing like a wall, "Please, help him!" " "People immediately cast a complicated look at me, and suddenly someone in the crowd shouted," Do you really have the heart to do this? "I see people offering their own items.
Someone took out food for the old man, someone gave him a stainless steel bowl, someone took out gloves and put them on the old man ... The old man's face began to turn red and he didn't say anything, just looked at us affectionately. I have unspeakable happiness in my heart, but there are tears in his eyes. ...
The sun poked its head out of the clouds and the sun shone all over the earth. Although I missed the bus, I don't feel sorry for it at all. Because I helped others, I felt the joy and strength of giving.