About well-intentioned composition 1 since childhood, my parents, grandparents and teachers have always taught us to be honest and not to lie. I have always done this, but this time I lied!
On that day, the teacher gave us a big "surprise"-the fourth unit math exam. We all complained bitterly because we were not prepared!
The exam began, and the students were all frowning and working hard. Only my deskmate was scratching his head and his paper was blank. He only stared at my test paper, and he copied a question when I did it. I covered the test paper with my hand and didn't want to copy it for him, so he craned his neck to look at it. I covered my test paper and he kept pulling at my sleeve. While pushing and shoving, the teacher came and caught us red-handed The teacher saw what was going on at a glance, but the deskmate had to quibble. The teacher deducted 20 points from him in a rage. In the end, he only got 66 points. Looking at my deskmate's dejected look, I gloated: It serves me right, who asked you to copy mine, and see how you explain it when you go home.
Going to school the next morning, I met my deskmate and his grandmother at the school gate. Grandma saw me smiling and said, "Maolin! You both got 96 points, which is really good. Keep working hard next time! "
What 96? It's 66, I'm 96! I was very surprised. This guy dares to lie. It's only 66 points, and he dares to cheat his grandmother 96. It's too bold! I opened my mouth and wanted to tell my grandmother the truth, but my deskmate kept winking at me, so I held back.
When I arrived at school, I stopped my deskmate and asked him, "How can you lie to grandma and say that you got 96 points in the exam? Are you embarrassed?"
My deskmate said to me, "My parents have been working in other places, and I was brought by my grandmother. My grandmother is old and in poor health now. If she knows that I didn't do well in the exam, her blood pressure will rise if she is anxious." So please don't tell my grandmother. Please! " At some point, his eyes turned red.
I thought for a long time and said, "OK, I won't tell your grandmother this time, but you can't do this again in the future. You should listen carefully in class and try to get a real 96 in the next exam."
My deskmate nodded solemnly and assured me: "I will cherish this opportunity and study hard in the future."
This is the first time in my life to lie, which goes against my belief. But I believe that my white lie will definitely help my deskmate get a real 96.
About goodwill composition 2 I am walking on a small road, and it is hot day after day, but I am cool. This is not the credit of ice cream and soda, but a white lie of a small shop owner. Although it is a lie, it silently warms and nourishes my heart ... I am walking in a bright street with excitement, because I am going to the beef noodle restaurant to "reward" my stomach.
When I first arrived at the ramen restaurant and sat down, I saw a gray-haired old man leaning on a dirty bamboo pole, pushing open the seemingly heavy door with his blue veins standing out. Although his clothes have several obvious patches, they are very clean, and his muddy eyes are shining. He took out a handful of messy coins and notes from a pocket. While grasping it, he spread it on his dark hand and counted it trembling: "16 cents, 10 cents each ..." As the voice became smaller, grandpa kept looking at the price list, and his eyes became more and more dignified. He went through all his pockets again, sighed softly, and put away the coins mixed with confetti one by one. After counting again, he stood on a bamboo pole and was ready to leave, and his eyes suddenly became more disappointed. As it happens, the shopkeeper recovered from his busyness. He happened to see the sighing grandfather who was about to leave, and stopped him with a loud voice: "Wait". Grandpa turned around hesitantly and looked at the shopkeeper doubtfully. Just when grandpa thought the shopkeeper was coming to laugh at himself and was ready to leave, the shopkeeper smiled and spoke. "Grandpa, is it because you don't have enough money? How much money do you have with you? " "hey!" Grandpa sighed and shook his head and said, "About ... eight and a half dollars." "hey! Eight and a half dollars is enough to buy a bowl of beef in Lamian Noodles! Look. " The shopkeeper said, pointing to the price list. "Ah! Beef noodles for promotion, I'm too busy to change! " As he spoke, he magically produced a "five yuan" paper list from the drawer and gently stuck it on the "twelve yuan". Then the shopkeeper scratched his head and said humbly, "I'm sorry! Thank you for your trouble! " "hey! Thank you, then I ... You're welcome! " Grandpa said lively. A bowl of beef with good intentions was brought up. Grandpa first swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then he began to gobble it up. Obviously, he had been hungry for a long time. After eating, the grandfather wiped his mouth contentedly, and then walked away trembling slightly. When the shopkeeper saw that Grandpa had gone away, he gently tore off the paper sheet and put it in that small drawer ...
About goodwill composition 3 Lao Tzu said, goodness is like water. The reason why water can become the best is that it is bright, lively, flowing and clear. In this case, then don't dust the warmth and kindness between people, and let goodwill shine on the earth and achieve some earthly magnificence.
Goodwill in the desert, though dusty, is warm. Sanmao lives in the edge of the Sahara desert, and his life is very difficult, but compared with the local residents, the situation is much better. In this way, neighbors keep borrowing things from her, and they never come back. Sanmao already knew this reason, so even so, when someone came to borrow something, she still did not hesitate to "offer it with both hands." "I am bitter, and they are more bitter." San Mao said. When driving to and from Jose's workplace and cemetery home, as long as she sees someone passing by, she must also let him take it. Kindness is as good as three hairs, so delicate and happy words will be written in the pen. There is yellow dust all over the sky here, but it does not stop Sanmao from doing good deeds. The dust is external, but the good intentions are crystal clear.
Don't let goodwill be covered with dust. Goodwill is an oasis in the desert. If you help others, I will be quiet.
Goodwill in the dark, though small, is bright. Remember that little orange lamp? The child carefully peeled off the orange peel, carefully made lanterns and put candles on them. The old man Bing Xin was moved by the kindness of the child, holding it carefully and keeping it. The road down the mountain is slippery and scary, but with this lamp, I feel my heart is filled with happiness and gratitude. Bing Xin, who cares for the elderly and children, is full of enjoyment at this moment. The goodwill without dust is even more touching in Ming Che on this dark and slippery night. Bing Xin is happy, and the readers are comforted.
Don't let goodwill be covered with dust. Goodwill is a bright light in the dark. I am glad to be helped.
Goodwill in hardship, though difficult to help, shows its brilliance for a long time. Baodi was taken away, leaving an old man who deeply regretted it. Under the real plain words, I saw the trembling shoulders of Ba Jin's old man and the glittering goodwill in his heart. In such a catastrophe, dignity has long been trampled to pieces, and human nature has long been submerged in dust and darkness. Baodi's departure is inevitable, but the old man is anxious for it, blames himself for it and reflects on it. In fact, the old man is not the only one who needs to reflect. With goodwill that never dies in hardship, Ba Jin entered the reader's heart and reached the highest point of human nature. Such goodwill has already surpassed society and entered a natural stream.
Don't let goodwill be covered with dust, goodwill is a mirror in confusion, self-examination and self-analysis, and my heart is clear.
Help others actively and enthusiastically, accept help with gratitude, and show kindness without fear. What are your concerns?
Don't let goodwill be covered with dust, transcend gains and losses, transcend utilitarianism, transcend secularism, and spread the best of the world in the avenue to become a great heart.
About goodwill composition 4 Grandpa loves wine. Every evening, I always like to sit on the balcony and watch the stars in the sky, as well as the ups and downs day after day. At the same time, I pour a glass of wine and have a few drinks, which is also a very pleasant enjoyment for the elderly.
Later, I found that the wine my father and grandfather drank was always different, so I was curious: "Dad, why are the wines you and grandpa drank different?" Father sighed: "Your grandfather is too thrifty to spend money and always buys the cheapest wine to drink." At that time, I was young, but I was in my early five years old, and I seemed to understand: "Oh." That year, I was seven years old, and I got a scholarship for a remedial class outside, one or two hundred! Compared with me at that time, the amount was really not small, so I bought some small gifts for my parents and gave them to my grandfather for dozens, but I was in trouble: what should I buy? Eyes inadvertently glanced: wine! Grandpa loves to drink, so delivering wine is naturally the best choice!
In view of my ignorance of wine, I invited my father to choose a bottle of wine, and I only spent dozens, holding wine and gifts, and ran home happily, even my father was far behind me.
As soon as I got home, I dragged my mother and grandfather to sit on the sofa, and let my father sit on the sofa behind me. After reporting my happiness, I took out these seriously and gave them to my family one by one. My parents were surprised and proud, but Grandpa's face was covered with dark clouds: "Is it good? How much is this wine?" Grandpa has always been very fond of me, so I have never seen my grandfather like this. I timidly said, "The remedial class won the prize yesterday ..." Before the word "learning" was exported, I was suddenly surprised: No, I can't say I bought it, otherwise, Grandpa will definitely feel bad about money again. So I quickly changed my mouth: "... I got a prize. This is the bottle of wine. You like it, so I will give it to you naturally." Grandpa's face, which was just serious, suddenly changed. People in their late eighties laughed like children. When I turned around, my parents' expression of just being nervous also relaxed instantly. "It's better to be a granddaughter, knowing how to honor me." Grandpa smiled and said, we all laughed, and the sun shone on us, which was warm.
It seemed to be the Double Ninth Festival that day.
When I grew up, my parents once laughed at my extremely frowning lie: "Have you ever seen a training institution that delivers wine to children?" But fortunately, dad still believes. " Of course, I didn't know until a long time later that the price of that bottle of famous wine was more than 500 yuan. My father discussed it with the salesman and asked him to tell me that it was only a few tens, and the remaining 400 to 500 yuan was made up by my father.
Knowing the truth, I smiled with relief. After a long time, when I recall this incident again, I can feel the warmth of wine. In such a strong love, I have been growing up happily.
In any case, as long as you weave a white lie with your heart, it is a symphony of love that touches the world, isn't it?
Do you believe that there is a Santa Claus in this world who quietly climbs into your chimney on Christmas Eve and puts his gifts in your carefully prepared big socks? Of course it is impossible, but at the age of seven, I believed this wonderful story very much.
On Christmas Eve that year, as usual, I spent an afternoon decorating my little room carefully. Thinking about Santa Claus, I couldn't stop giggling. "I don't know what kind of surprise Santa Claus will bring me this year!"
"Mom," I asked my mother eagerly, "What do you think Santa Claus will give me this year?" Mother looked at me with a naive face, put down what she was busy with, smiled and said, "Santa Claus knows your children's hearts best, and the gift he gave you will not let you down." At night, all you have to do is sleep peacefully. " After listening to my mother's words, my heart itched even more.
Finally, when it was dark, I turned off the light in the room and lay quietly in the small bed. I can't wait, and I can't sleep. Over and over, the brain is still so clear.
Suddenly, I had an idea. Why don't you let me witness Santa Claus who knows my heart tonight? That's a great idea. Let's do it!
When I heard that time was passing by, I yawned one after another and fell asleep. But when I thought about meeting Santa Claus, I rubbed my eyes and felt refreshed again.
I really can't wait, listen carefully, there is a "hee hee" sound outside the door. I suddenly became nervous. Is this the sound of Santa Claus driving his elk to our house?
The door of my room was gently pushed open, and a head poked into my door. At this time, my heart was pounding, just like a lively little rabbit was inside. I covered my head with a quilt and didn't dare to look at it. While Santa Claus was putting presents for me, I couldn't hold back my curiosity and secretly took a look through the quilt.
I was surprised and disappointed by this peek. The figure in front of my eyes is not Santa Claus in a red and white coat and big boots. Who is she? She is a mother!
The next morning, I reached out and fished out two gifts from that big, deep red sock, a box of chocolates and a lovely backpack.
At breakfast, my mother asked me, "Did you like the gift Santa gave you last night?" I nodded hard, and my mother smiled knowingly.
When I ate that box of chocolates, the sweet taste stuck in my heart. And that lovely shoulder bag is exactly what I always wanted to buy a few days ago. Until now, I still use it to load books for interest classes, and it has been with me. My "Santa Mom" ...
There is a porridge shop not far from my home. The owner of the porridge shop is a very old man. Gray hair, thin face, wearing an apron. Although the storefront is small, it is very clean and bright, which makes people feel comfortable.
The porridge in the shop is really unique. Although there are not many kinds, it is just a simple rice congee, but it is very pure. The millet porridge is cooked very finely. You can also put a few spoonfuls of sugar according to your taste, and then stir it slowly with a spoon, overflowing with the fragrance of porridge. Watch the porridge turn from milky white to crimson purple, bite by bite, sweet to the heart and warm to the heart. Porridge is delicious and cheap. As long as a bowl of porridge is served by 3 yuan, he never comes to collect money. When the guests finish it, the money is put in the box on the counter. Every Sunday morning, I drink a bowl of rice congee here.
The old man's business is very good. When he goes to work in the morning, his shop is always crowded with people. The old man greets the guests while scooping porridge. "Wait a minute, it will be ready soon." When the old man handed the porridge to the guest, his face was always smiling, which made people feel better at once.
However, among people who drink porridge, there will be unfriendly guests. Recently, I often see a grumpy man come here to drink porridge. He is disheveled and has a gloomy face all the time. Other guests are afraid to get close to him, but the old man always hands the porridge to that person kindly, and then greets other guests to stir up the atmosphere in the store.
That day, I saw the man again, and he happened to be sitting next to me. I don't know why, but he was drinking porridge well. The man suddenly kicked the chair over and made a loud noise, which startled everyone in the shop. Some people couldn't help it, but they were stopped by the old man when it was about to break out. "When everyone is in a bad mood, let's calm down and continue to drink porridge." The old man smiled to appease the angry guests. The man left without saying a word, without even paying the money. When the old man came to clear the table, I asked him why he helped that man. The old man touched my head and said, "Everyone will encounter bad things and make mistakes sometimes. At this time, we should smile and let him know that the world is still beautiful." I just looked at the old man's smiling face and nodded. A warm current flowed through my heart, and my mouth turned upward. I finally understood why there were so many people waiting in line to eat the old man's porridge.
The old man's porridge tastes good, not only because it tastes sweet, but also because of his kindness, and this kind transmission, like this porridge fragrance, floats to everyone's heart.
The moment of 7 20xx May 12 14: 28 was permanently fixed in the long river of history, which was an unforgettable scar and left us with an indelible memory. At that moment, how many people were deprived of their precious lives, how many people were buried in ruins, and how many happy families were fragmented ...
On Wednesday afternoon, the school organized us to watch a movie ―― Wenchuan Don't Believe in Tears.
Nine (3) students in a school bought a birthday cake for their teacher, Auman, in order to scrape together thirty yuan. At this time, misfortune happened, 8. When the earthquake of 0.00 came, the beams upstairs suddenly collapsed, blocking the life of Ms. Auman and her classmates. They had no choice but to hide under the table. Miss Auman risked her life to save a classmate named Yu Jie. Later, in order to protect her, the teacher covered Yu Jie with her own body. In this way, they spent a long 96 hours under the ruins.
Among so many people, the most important one for me is Miss Oman. I have been encouraging my classmates to stick to it or go on; Tell stories to classmates; Sing for the students; Her spirit is the pride of China people, and it is also an example for every teacher. Her spirit is immortal. I can't help but think of myself when I think of the spirit of Ms. Auman: If I were in this do or die, I would definitely need encouragement from others, but Ms. Auman has been encouraging others. My comparison with her is really insignificant!
There is also a boy named Xiao Yuan. It was he who proposed to celebrate Mr. Oman's birthday. He is a man with the quality of putting his ancestors before himself. Never give in in the face of difficulties, but always encourage others. What makes you say that? Because when the PLA came to save them, he said, "Save the girls first!" Just these four words have touched many people's hearts. He is a spoiled man, and it is really hard for him to make such a decision. If it were anyone else, they would have said, "save me first." His quality is a model for us to learn.
This disaster will eventually pass, our life will return to the past, the pain will heal everything, and the shocking and touching stories will all become memories. Only by cherishing the present will we not regret it when we lose it. Although the earthquake is merciless, people's hearts are warm. I think the dark world can be brightened with a sincere heart!
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