Let the true feelings naturally reveal 400 words. Life is what you live every day. If you live well, you are called well. If you have a bad life, you call it a bad life. But life can also be a teacher, teaching us many things that books can't learn. Lu You, a great poet, said, "What you get on paper is too shallow to know what to do." Yes, many things need to be explored and practiced in life to get real results. Life has actually taught me a lot.
Life has taught me to change myself. It was a cold winter and the first day of winter vacation. My mother told me that I would have a math class today, but I had long forgotten that today was the first day of winter vacation, so I could sleep in. I slept in a warm and comfortable bed, dreaming the most beautiful dream in the world. Suddenly, my quilt was suddenly opened by my mother, and my dream turned into a nightmare. I started shouting, followed by a burst of crying. I cried loudly and didn't go to class, but what I got was my mother's reprimand again and again.
Similarly, life has taught me to allocate my time reasonably. The story happened in a beautiful spring. Because of the lack of time, I didn't do a big question in that exam, which led to a low score. I must have been beaten when I got home, but I never expected that I was waiting for a kind greeting. I told my mother the truth. My mother was not angry, but calmly said to me, "Your teacher has told me about your situation, and you have lost a lot because of small considerations." Indeed, life has taught me to arrange my time reasonably.
Life has taught me too much, thank you! Life!
Let the true feelings show naturally. 400: 00 The biting cold wind in winter roared in despair and swept my face like a sharp knife. In the morning, thick frost presses heavily on the vegetation, and large gloomy clouds cover the bright sunshine. My crystal heavy tears kept falling like broken beads, reflecting the lovely figure of the little hamster "ice cream" ...
On the last cold night in 20xx, the lowest temperature reached minus eight degrees. The ice cream that accompanied me for a year silently said goodbye to me and left forever ... When I learned the news, my body suddenly froze, and the happy picture of me playing with the ice cream kept popping up in my mind: in a bright afternoon, watching it break through the maze and having fun; In the beautiful evening, I ran with it, crossed the path and said hello to the grass; On a quiet night, I put it in a cage, took it to look up at the stars and waved to the clouds and the moon; Every two weeks, I help him take a bath, and he plays, rolls and jumps in the sand, very happy; Every weekend, I will give it more melon seeds, bread worms, cheese and beef jerky. As a week's reward, it showed its big teeth and ate with relish ... Tears of extreme pain flooded my eyes again, wetting my already cold heart. ...
On the first cold night in 20xx, dark clouds floated in the sky, stars scattered all over the floor, and a waning moon slowly rose into the sky. I am extremely reluctant to bury the ice cream in the small flower bed in front of my house. I silently pray that it can continue to live a happy life in heaven. Watching the soil gradually bury the ice cream, tears came out unconsciously.
The dark sky is like a huge curtain, dark clouds have covered the light of the stars and the moon, and the wind is blowing, as if lamenting the departure of ice cream. Tears flooded my eyes, and I seemed to see the happy figure of ice cream again ...
Let the true feelings show naturally. There are many unforgettable things in the lives of three people. True feelings, like a ray of sunshine, illuminate a person's heart; True feelings are like a drop of rain and dew, nourishing your life.
I remember that it was one morning, and I was riding my bike to prepare for the remedial class. This happened when I took the elevator downstairs. There are four people in the elevator, an old lady with children, an aunt and me. I don't know why the child cried and his nose stuck to his aunt's clothes. I thought they would quarrel. Unexpectedly, he said he was sorry and walked out of the elevator door with a piece. I thought to myself: If people in the world are like this, will there be wars and quarrels?
It happens on the road, too. It's a takeaway brother who is rushing to the command place to deliver fast food. At the corner, the takeaway brother accidentally bumped into a middle-aged uncle, thinking that he must shoot and grab the gun. Who knows that the little brother outside took the initiative to apologize and helped the uncle.
Everyone can solve those problems amicably, but it is always those trivial things that cause hatred and fight. Only those who don't count and count as enemies will get eternal "peace". Let's be a broad-minded person!
Let the true feelings show naturally. Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. After six years of stop-and-go, when we are about to part, my heart is full of disappointment, but I can only silently recall the time we walked together before. ...
Do you still remember the joining ceremony for the first grade primary school students to formally join the Young Pioneers? At that time, everyone looked awkward carrying schoolbags, feeling that a schoolbag was carrying everyone. But only a small number of people joined the Young Pioneers.
That afternoon, under the guidance of the teacher, everyone lined up neatly on the playground, ready to join the team. Looking at the flag flying in the air, I began to picture the future days in my mind, imagining that everyone was standing on the playground wearing a red scarf, which fluttered with the wind, setting off the firmness on everyone's face. Although I don't know how my classmates feel, I know very well that I was full of excitement and excitement. Everyone sang the songs of the Young Pioneers loudly under the banner of the solemn team and solemnly swore under the national flag to encourage them to grow up and make contributions to the country.
Brothers and sisters put on bright red scarves for everyone. I fantasize about what it's like to be a senior and a senior. I felt a sense of responsibility from the moment I put on a red scarf around my neck. My heart is also very full. Now, I have become a senior, watching a batch of first-year primary school freshmen enter school. I remember that everyone entered school like this at that time. I inadvertently raised a smile on my mouth.
At present, I will leave my beloved alma mater soon. Looking at the red scarf on my chest, fluttering in the wind, I raised my mouth again. ...
Let the true feelings show naturally in my memory. As soon as I mention millet porridge, I will immediately give birth to a sweet and greasy, honey-like taste, whether in my mouth or in my heart.
I have drunk millet porridge many times, but I especially like millet porridge cooked by my mother from winter to Sunday. Put millet, medlar, longan pulp, red dates and rock sugar together, spread them out and cook them in a pot. Time will make the aroma and sweetness of porridge diffuse in the room, making people want to taste it quickly, and even wish to let the time pass faster so that they can drink their porridge early.
In my memory, I used to help my mother cook porridge. My mother just poured the ingredients into the pot in order that day, and suddenly she had something urgent to go out. She must stir the porridge in the first five to ten minutes, or the pot will burn. Mother really had no choice, so she gave me the responsibility of stirring porridge. Before leaving, she didn't forget to say "Don't steal food!" "I clever nodded, and immediately ran to the kitchen to stir porridge. Ah! In less than three minutes, the unique smell of millet porridge came from the kitchen. I swallowed quietly, picked up the spoon and began to stir slowly. "Glug ..." The fire was burning gently, and the porridge in the pot kept bubbling there, but in a short time, it burst and broke, followed by a faint fragrance ... Looking at the rolling yellow rice in the pot, I quietly swallowed again, trying not to let my mouth and stomach have it. But the porridge is getting sweeter and more greasy, and the rice grains are plump, as if to tease me. Even the living room smells like "poof-".
Me, my elder sister, my elder sister and my father are all staring at the millet porridge around the pot. When the rice bowl is ready, just wait for my mother to come back. We looked forward to it, and finally we looked forward to our mother. Seeing our unbearable and impatient appearance, mother smiled ... a family of five sat around the table and drank porridge together. It's delicious-porridge is warm, its aroma and sweetness slip into my esophagus and climb into my stomach with millet, which makes my heart infected and warm. According to my father, drinking millet porridge on the solstice in winter is to have this sweet, fragrant and warm taste, which means that we can live a sweet, warm and happy life in winter. After hearing this, I couldn't help drinking a bowl of millet porridge. How delicious! I sighed silently.
This is a new year. Now, I can cook millet porridge by myself. Isn't it a pleasure to drink a bowl of hot millet porridge in the morning?
Let the true feelings show naturally. I still remember my first hope, which was on a Sunday, from morning to afternoon until dark. I remember my father was going on a business trip. When my mother and I went to the airport to see him off, I couldn't bear to pull my father's skirt. Dad leaned down and said kindly to me, "it doesn't matter." Dad will come back in a few days and bring you delicious food! " "delicious! My eyes suddenly lit up, and when I came to my senses, my father was already on the plane.
From that day on, I looked forward to the stars, the moon, my father's return and his bringing me delicious food. What could it be? I guess over and over again in my mind every day. Strangely, after that day, I suddenly felt that time had slowed down and the days seemed to have passed for several years.
Finally, on Saturday, my mother said to me early in the morning, "Dad will come back tonight." I was surprised and happy. I just got up this morning. After I washed, I began to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I began to worry. What should I do now? At present, there seems to be nothing to do except wait for dad, but it's not a good idea to stay like this. I simply pulled out a book from the shelf and began to read it, but I found that I couldn't concentrate on the book at all. My eyes drifted to the door from time to time, and my ears listened attentively to the movement at the door.
Finally, I stayed up until the evening. It's getting darker and darker, stars appear one after another, and I'm getting sleepy and yawning. Finally, I fell asleep in bed. I woke up the next morning and heard my parents talking in the living room. I quickly put my clothes on my head and ran out: "Dad", I shouted. Dad saw me and later smiled: "You're up! By the way, I brought you chocolate. Give it a try! " Wow! Chocolate! I thought happily, great! My favorite is chocolate!
It's hard to imagine that the start of school has been postponed again. I don't remember how long it's been since I was home. I'm going to get moldy. How I want to go out and breathe the fresh air, smell the flowers, fly kites in the square, run freely and feel the beauty of nature. I am more looking forward to returning to campus, hugging my dear teachers and classmates, studying, playing games and chatting with them, just like before. ...
This time is not easy. After the online class, I can only stand on the balcony, open the window and stick my head out, watching the red epidemic prevention banners downstairs still flying freely in the wind, imprisoning people's freedom like shackles. Sporadic pedestrians on the street occasionally pass by, also armed to the teeth and in a hurry. I sighed deeply and watched the white clouds in the sky change freely and quietly. A few free-flying birds flew by, and I couldn't help admiring them, freedom! All I can think about is freedom.
"Xiao Guan classmate!" My mother just hung up the phone and shouted to me, "Go downstairs and get the express!" " ""good! No problem. "I was so excited that I immediately recovered from a daze, took off my slippers, put on my coat, put on my mask and hat quickly, but at this moment my mother came over and said," Forget it, it's not safe outside, let me go down! " I immediately waved to my mother, pretending to be serious, and said to her, "Mom, how dare you bother me outside in this situation?" "Let me go down, I will do my job well, don't worry!" Then he made a naughty face, slammed the door, and rushed out like an arrow, skipping downstairs, completely ignoring the "mother" standing at the door.
Downstairs, the whole yard was as quiet as no one lived, and only a few volunteers wearing red armbands were on duty at the temporary duty booth at the door. In the past, all the group friends disappeared, and some chatting aunts were in the house, right? The twisted cars and scooters piled up beside the corridor have fallen with a layer of dust. Hey, when can I get back to my normal life? I took the courier and was dejected and ready to go home.
But I was attracted by the energy downstairs, and I stopped. On the first floor, Grandpa Zhang's yard has been quietly surrounded by full spring. The fig tree opened its leaves in the bright sunshine in March, several peach blossoms hid shyly, and the moss in several old bonsai quietly changed into a light green coat. This small world suddenly broke into my eyes and gave me spring like a gift. Yes, the promising spring has come, and she has also brought good news from the motherland. I should be happy!
Listen, I seem to hear the sound of reading on campus, the slapstick of friends downstairs, the ringing laughter of aunts chatting in the yard, the ticking sound of car horns on the road, the quarrel of classmates and the music of square dance ... These wonderful sounds surround me and make me full of expectations for the future.
With this expectation, I went upstairs. Mother wondered why a girl who had just lost confidence in spring would be refreshed. Seeing my mother's appearance, I smiled: "Mom, this is the power of hope!" " "
Let the true feelings show naturally. Chapter 8: Because of your company, I found my way in confusion. Because of your company, I found a way out in Haiyang ... because of you, I feel the selflessness and greatness of maternal love.
The moon climbed into the sky unconsciously and sprinkled cold on the earth. The deep blue sky stretched out its long quiet arms and gently held the earth in its arms. Flowers, grass and trees fell asleep in silence, wearing a silver gauze skirt. Moonlight adorns fields, villages and streams, as well as you and me. I, on the other hand, wandered in the ocean of knowledge, looking for a way out, and lost track of time. I only know that the bright moon has been hanging in the air for a long time. But there is still a faint light in the living room. It turned out that my mother was sitting on the sofa in the moonlight, reading Mark Twain's Million Pounds. My mother refused to sleep because she was waiting for me.
"Mom-"I shouted. "What's the matter? Children! " My mother rushed into my room at lightning speed. I looked at the paper, pointed to this question and said to my mother in an impatient and anxious tone, "I can't write this question!" " "My mother said to me gently," Never mind, let me teach you! " "I saw my mother take out a piece of paper and a pen and write them all on paper. I don't know how many answers were written on the draft paper before I picked out a plan and told me, "This question should be like this, first of all …" Looking at my mother's patient explanation, I noticed her eyes, which were full of red blood! "Mom, you go to rest, your eyes are red!" I said affectionately. "It doesn't matter, come on, I'll continue to explain it to you." Mother patted me on the shoulder. Mom has finished asking the question, so I threw myself into her arms and said loudly, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "My mother also stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly. Say: "Nothing, who told you that you are my daughter!" "I cried in my mother's arms again ... after crying, my mother said to me," Write that question quickly and drink the milk. " My mother walked out of my room carefully again. Mother didn't realize that the milk was cold, because she didn't know it had been a long time ... It was early morning after finishing her homework. Although the milk is cold, its fragrance permeates the fresh air and my heart warms up.
Life is better because of your company.
Let the true feelings show naturally. A message pops up on the computer, "Today's homework needs to be uploaded before one o'clock, and those that have not been handed in should be handed in as soon as possible." Originally lying in a chair, I immediately jumped up in surprise. You know, it's 12: 40, but my exercise book is blank.
I quickly took out my exercise books and books from the pile of books, then picked up a pen and began to write quickly. One minute, two minutes, five minutes, every once in a while, I have to look up at the clock put aside. I have never felt that time passes so quickly. It seems that someone has quietly increased the speed of time, but this is impossible. Therefore, I can only speed up my writing and keep down the pace of time.
Just as I was writing, the midday sun climbed up my desk, as if urging me to ... write, and the sound of "brushing" rang. I looked at the ever-changing clock and couldn't help chanting "Come on, come on" in my mouth. My right hand was sweating because I had been holding the pen tightly. The clock suddenly strikes "It's Beijing time 12: 55", and there are only five minutes before the deadline for handing in homework.
My teeth bit my lower lip hard, forcing me to write quickly. More and more words are written in one minute, and my hands hurt accordingly. My wrist hurts a little, so I can't pick up my pen for a while, and my hands are shaking slightly, like a strike. I had to swing my wrist to relieve the pain. After all, every minute counts now.
Last line, last three words, last word. "it's over!" I couldn't help shouting, but now the big stone in my heart still can't fall, because there are only two minutes left, and I will successfully submit my homework application. Even if I'm a minute late, I'm late.
However, just when I pressed "submit" and thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, a line "Loading, please wait a moment" suddenly popped up. At this time, my heart seems to have fallen to the bottom. But at the last minute, the homework was handed in smoothly. The big stone in my heart still landed safely.
With this lesson, I no longer race against time, but race against time in another way. Now I make full use of every minute to make myself colorful, which is also a way to save every minute. After all, life is still short. ...
Let the true feelings naturally reveal 400 words. In a remote village, there are dozens of families, most of whom are Miao, and only her family is Han.
The little girl's neighbor is an old woman. She is over 80 years old, and her hands and feet are not flexible. She has four children, all of whom work far away and have no time to come back to take care of her. Their family won't get together until four or five weeks later. Now grandma is at home alone, with no one to accompany her.
After school, the little girl listened to dinner, finished her homework, and hurried to her grandmother's house. She crept into the old lady's yard and saw a pile of dirty clothes. The little girl thought: Grandma is weak in such a cold day, and washing clothes by herself will catch a cold. Today, I want to help her finish washing this pile of dirty clothes. Since then, I have come to help her wash clothes every day. The little girl first poured a bucket of water into the washbasin, then poured some washing powder, rolled up her sleeves, reached out her hands and rubbed them a few times, then beat her clothes repeatedly with a wooden stick and brushed them back and forth with a brush. Finally, she rinsed the clothes ... The little girl finally washed a bunch of dirty clothes and hung them on the hanger one by one. At this time, the sound of hanging woke up grandma. Grandma came out of the bedroom, clasped the little girl in her hands, leaned her face close to her and said with a kind smile, "You are really a kind and hardworking girl. It's really more considerate of you to help me with so many housework than my children! I don't know how to thank you. " The little girl said shyly, "Grandma, you have gone too far. We are neighbors. It is my duty to help you. In the future, I will help you do more housework! "
As the saying goes, "There are true feelings everywhere in the world, and true feelings always warm people's hearts!"
Let the true feelings show naturally 1 1 whenever I think of that, I will say, "thank you, classmate!" " "Because it left a very deep impression on me.
It was a summer vacation, and I was studying reading and composition in a cram school outside. One day, Mr. Chen helped us explain and write, and sat in our seats with a smile. We wrote our composition quietly, only listening to the rustling sound. Writing and writing, the handwriting is getting weaker and weaker, and I can't write it out gradually. I shake my pen and can write a few words intermittently, just the last point. I was dumbfounded. Is the pen on strike? Later, no matter how I twisted, shook and squeezed, there was only one result-the pen was completely out of oil.
The teacher on the podium said with a smile that the first person who finished writing was rewarded. What a nuisance. I finished it in two minutes. Ten minutes later, a classmate finished writing. After giving it to the teacher, the teacher gave him a small candy. I'm about to cry. The first place should be me! At that time, I was like a wild lily in the corner, how humble. But I can't help writing. I want to borrow it from others, but I'm afraid I won't know it the first time I meet you. How dare I ask? Many people gave their compositions to the teacher, and finally the teacher said loudly, "Ji Linyan, what's the matter?" You are the only one. "
I blushed and whispered to my classmate next to me, "Who can lend me a pen?" To my surprise, everyone is willing to lend it to me. I finished my composition quickly and handed it over to the teacher. The teacher also gave me a small candy and said to me, "If you don't take the first step, you will never know, and there will be unexpected results." I nodded.
Classmate, although this is a small pen, it contains a deep feeling of classmates. You taught me one thing: confidence, thank you!